The Police Won't Help:
two_12 lives at 112J Van Dorn Road NW in Mount Pleasant. I am walking by her apartment for no particular reason when I see that someone has beat the shit out of her. I ask her if she's okay and if wants me to call the police. She asks me not to before getting dragged back inside. I decide to call 911 anyway, after confirming the address. The first 911 general operator transfers me to the police who answers with 'no.' I am confused, hang up and call back. I get the same guy on the phone, I explain the situation and that I'd like a cop car to stop by and check on her and he explains that they're not going to do anything. I try to argue back that this woman is in clear distress and probably needs medical attention and he still denies it. I hang up again and call 911 again and when the woman transfers me to the police I think I'll get a different guy this time. The same guy answers with 'I'm still not going to help.' A little bit more arguing and it's clear he's not. I hang up and try to use information to call the 3D Substation in the hopes that someone there will actually be helpful, but the information line has like a 5 minute advertisement for the new Demetri Martin show. I hang up and try to call Goog411 until I realize that's what I called to get the Demetri Martin number.
Then I'm somehow back in
two_12's house where's she's being overtly sexual towards me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. I ask her to stop and she doesn't so I ask her if I can leave and she tells me I should. There are two men in her insanely large, open building, just kinda hanging (one's at the computer, one's doing something else) and I realize one of them must be the one who hurt her so badly. She sees me out and I have to out like 4 sets of doors (front door, security door, gate, etc...) while she leers at me the entire time. In the end, I kind of lock her in. I still want to get help.
The House: I've been watching the
lonelygirl15 series and I know that this house I've just bought has something to do with that conspiracy. I walk around it with a friend doing things like counting all the windows and trying to figure out what all of the pool's waterfalls mean (does it mean the house is crying?), etc... I'm not worried about what other people will think since I've just bought the house, I'll look like I'm excited about the house. I end up going over to the kitchen area, where there are like 4 different prep locations, each with their own sink attached. One of them is a large, paper-cutter style knife with a cutting board. I use it to try to cut chicken for a while until I realize that if I stop the up and down motion, it pretty much cuts the chicken automatically. I play with the dog in the house and someone tells me that the chicken I was just cutting and the roast pig are both actually vegetarian items and there's no meat in the house.
I can't remember if trying to make microwave popcorn in the dark and being unable to find the microwave in the closet because someone else moved it was the same dream or a different one. Lot of dreaming going on lately.
Anyway, I need to get dressed and go to work.