The other day I had this weirdly peaceful dream:
I was in a college with a friend and we were walking around talking. Just before we could enter the park, in the last room there are some kids who stole a coke bottle from a ex-schoolmate of mine (not even a nice one, one that I nearly hated back then and who really was bullied at the time). Anyway, I try a first attempt to take the bottle from the kid, but I fail. We are about to exit the room when the kid starts shaking the coke, so I go near him and take it before he uses it against us. I let the coke explode in the garden and then give it back (magically there still half coke inside) to my