"This dream was so much bigger than life and so real. When I put it into words it lost all it's shimmer and magic. But I can still remember how cool it was to be in the situation... I hope it comes across somewhat here." David Mulhern
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©2001 david mulhern

We stole a million dollars. I can remember walking through that old school somewhere in Estes Park. The dim orange feel as we crawled through the tight space with what we had stolen.

There were four of us. Two girls and another guy.

I was in my room at my old house, by south mountain. I was in trouble for stealing the million dollars. I had $200,000 in my room. And the pills. 

I looked at the pills and realized they were gone. The plastic bottle was empty. I ran to my closet. The $200,000 was gone also.

Moments later I was walking down this road with the other girl. Every once in a while I would see different girls. We would look at each other strange. They were part of the plot from what it took to get the money. But we never spoke. It was bright. It felt like another country. Or a place that wanted to emulate another country.

I told her that he had stolen the 200,000 and the pills. She was pretty upset. We ran into the other girl. And we went to a restaurant. 

I kept looking around for my dad because I was supposed to meet him there. I could see a group of business men at another table. The other girl asked what I was looking for. I told her the money was gone.

We decided to kill the other guy and take the money back.

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