I had a strange dream tonight. I was in England, America or somewhere else entirely and tried to call up people who lived nearby but my location was changing constantly.
In the end I was in London (I think) and ended up talking to a guy who had a gun to kill someone. I persuaded him to give me his gun, and he did and left and I was sitting on a parkbench with it but got scared because there was so much police everywhere that in the end I left again.
Then I walked up to some policemen and asked them to take it, saying someone had given it to me to take care of.
They took it and gave me a little piece of paper with a number on it, like the one you get at the wardrobe in a nightclub. After that I walked away.
3:38 p.m. - 2003-08-31
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