Another Crazy-Ass Dream and Street Violence

Not even kidding. Last night I dreamt that I was on some sort of island full of folks that were trying to recolonize some abandoned island. And Jason was there. Jason from Friday the 13th. Hockey mask Jason. And I got to fight him! Not like hand-to-hand, but I used a rocket launcher to obliterate him.

I'm not shocked my dream was violent. I was downtown last night and as I was going home, I saw some sort of "business" happening a block up. I figured it was a bunch of guys being stupid, but I had no idea how stupid. By the time I got up there, 4 guys were running away after shouting "I just beat your ass so you better stay down". The guy on the ground who had obviously just been beat to a pulp was bleeding from his mouth and his eye. What amazed me is that this guy was no fighter: he was small, maybe 135 pounds, and not a fit 135. And I could see in his eyes that he didn't exactly have the eye of the eagle. This poor guy was jumped by 4 assholes who beat him senseless, probably for no good reason.

What bugs me was that there were no cops around. All the cops were probably set up to catch underage drinkers with fake IDs. I'm sure arresting sorostitutes is a profitable venture, but what happened to "Protect and Serve"? Odds are that a report will be filed, and even with descriptions, no arrests will be made. The cops in this town are good at one thing: paperwork.

In other news, I have tests coming up, a paper topic to figure out, a class presentation to plan out, and a friend in the Neuroscience lab needs some help with some software. I'll be a busy little bee for a couple weeks. That's why I'm glad I was able to relax last night, with the exception of the assault. We did a "family dinner" at Rob's house with Rob, George, Brittany, and Christine. I brought over homemade spaghetti sauce. There were appetizers, garlic bread, caesar salad, and mixed drinks. It was nice.