What, no sex?
I remember when I was a child, primary school age, it was normal that when I was on vacation with my parents in some holiday resort in the Mediterranean, we'd all order alcoholic cocktails at least once. And I drank mine. Nobody gave a fuck. Some were sweet and good. I never really got drunk but I definitely felt the effect. My father didn't like it because cocktails are expensive and he's more of a cheapskate than Alice, but we convinced him at least once, usually on the last day before we went back home as some sort of conclusion. No idea if any restaurant would give alcohol to a child nowadays. Probably not.
Well, that was pretty much the pinnacle of my career as an alcoholic.
I dreamed that I went to a sports shooting competition and there was a reception where they registered your information. It was inside a large convention center and looked more like an exhibition. The reception was staffed with a chemistry student from Northern Germany I have last seen 20 years ago, and a young lady from the Bavarian Ministry of the Interior who's responsible for my firearms-related permits. I wondered why she was there, she was preparing snacks. Because this woman is very important and can basically decide on her own what stuff I'm allowed to have I was extra nice to her and greeted her cordially. I was not sure if she actually recognized me.
I asked how much the competition fee was and the chemistry guy said 22€. I took out my wallet and gave him a 2€ coin, so far so good. The other 20 however were an unsolvable challenge. Whenever I took out a banknote, it changed into something else. I saw the blue 20€ note in my wallet, but when I pulled it out it was either 10 or old German D-Mark notes. I also had 100 and even a 500€ banknote. After embarrassingly fumbling around with my money I managed to grab a 50 and asked for change. I got 2 undefinable small orange banknotes with Asian writings on them that looked rather worthless.
