Like I was happily living somewhere in the West Coast of the United States.
I was walking on a wide beautiful beach and everything seemed perfect. Few people were sauntering here and there. Then, I heard a shot and saw someone far ahead raising his hand and holding a gun. The atmosphere changed. We turned around and started to run in the opposite direction. We thought it was safer, but the shooter turned around too and ran in the same direction. By then I felt it was really dangerous and a chance that I might get hit by one of his bullets was not as far as I thought before.
I ran until I reached a safe spot on the beach and ran into a group of my compatriots attending something like a political or ceremonial event. In the first row sat quietly Prince Charles. He looked grim and out of place. When someone tried to take a photo with his mobile, a security officer interfered and said it was not allowed. I wondered if I should go give my name and shake hands with him or not. I decided not to. I left the place and continued my walk.
I entered a seafront hotel. The lobby was spacious with a huge floor to ceiling window. The water was so close that waves hit the glass. The view was beautiful and the cloudy sky gave a dramatic degree of light. Other persons in the lobby expressed their admiration as well. I thought I should take a picture. Then suddenly, two crocodiles crawled from under the waves and stood on the other side of the window. Some thought it was scary and others said it was common for the crocodiles to come and stare across the glass. I was confused. I could not decide if the appearance of the crocodiles ruined the moment or they were part of that fascinating view.
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