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i was at some kind of bar or something with my friend from work. we where not really drinking, just kind of bored and hanging out. nothing really happened at this bar. The bar was kind of loud, jsut a bunch of mumbles and blurred speech, i wasn't really trying to listen to anyone anyways. I don't remeber what happened. I "woke up" on the floor in my old room at the house i grew up in, with my friend standing over me. i asked him what happened and he just kind of chuckled and said i don't know. My friend was all showered and wide awake, ready to go for the day, while i was waking up off of my bedroom floor trying to "wake up". eventually we went downstairs in the kitchen and where just hanging around, trying to figure out something to do. My friend from work started playing with my cats (cats that i had in my childhood). he was using one of those strings that dangle off of the end of a stick, making the chase it all around. eventually he was making the cat jump into me, and it was really funny. It was soffy, i couldn't stop laughing. My cats jumping into my knees and my lap while i'm sitting on the chair, trying to catch them. I was jsut really happy at that moment, truly content. Eventually we stopped playing with the cats and my friend told me he was going to go to subway for breakfast. i told him i would shower and then meet him there.

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This dream takes place at my current apartment.

I was just sitting in my apartment hanging out when i heard someone come on my porch and knock on my door. It was nighttime and dark out, but it wasn't too late at night. maybe 9 or 10 o clock. anyways because of the time i was wondering who the heck would be knocking on my door, along with the fact that i don't know anybody in this town. I turned on the porch light, opened the door and went outside. The person standing there was a short kind of chunky, nerdy wigger kid who was probably 19 or 20. He had glasses, and i could tell he just a little 'off'. He blinked abnormally and talked in a strange voice. He dressed like a wigger, but i could tell that wasn't him at all. He was just trying to fit in. This kid was a nerd. (not that nerds are bad, i'm a nerd too!) I noticed there was a bike on my lawn, i was assuming it was his. I asked him what i could do for him, and he said, "i was wondering if you need a tank.". This really threw me off. I knew he wasn't talking about a real tank, and being a fan of RPG's i immediatly thought of a 'tanking' type of character. This confused me because we clearly don't have RPG roles in real life, and i had no need for someone to 'absorb punches' because there was no one i had to fight. i asked him "what do you mean? I'm not fighting anyone, i don't need a tank. And we aren't playing any kid of games." He just asked the question again, and i responded with the same thing. I asked him what does he mean, that i'm really confused and i don't know what he's talking about. he just says, "yeah, but like...i'm gonna be the tank." I sigh, and look across the street. He blinks furiously a couple of times and adjust his glasses. There is a gas station there across the street, with a convience store. (in real life, there is just a house across the street.) I sigh one more time and begin walking to the gas station. The kid follows me, but i wasn't bothered by him. I was expecting to follow me, and that's fine. The kid waited outside while i purchased a mountain dew. I took the time away from him to collect my thoughts.

"what the hell does this kid mean? i want to help him but i just don't understand what he wants. The poor kid is probably just lonely and wants someone to hang out with. I bet he gets made fun of alot. and was this gas station always here? i'm pretty sure it wasn't. wow this mountain dew taste good. Why am i drinking this, this stuff is awful for you."

I throw my thoughts to the side as i step outside. I begin crossing the street back towards my house, casually sipping my mountain dew. We get back on my porch steps and sit in a comfortable silence. Suddenly, two ghetto/gangster kids come walking down the street from the left side, where the gas station is. They take a look at us, and begin crossing the street towards us. I could tell these two where the real deal, unlike my goofy little friend over here. I can only remember what one of them looked like, one was short and stubby like the nerdy tank kid, while the other one was tall, sort of filled out in terms of body. he had a dark milano skin color, short black hair and a trimmed beard/goatee combo. He wore baggy jeans, with black boots, a white and block colored hoody with the hood half hanging off of his head. I've never had good expierences with these kind of rapper ghetto people, or whatever you want to call them. I prepare myself mentally for a fight, these people tend to anger quickly when i call them out on their stupidity. They both stop at my bottom step and look at us for a minute before the tall milano one begins speaking.

"Ayo` girl what u doin' with dis fag u gonna ditch that kid come wit' me, u know wut um sayin gurl. Join up me nd me crew u know wut im sayin gurl. You cummin wit us gurl."

I shake my head and sigh, i don't want to deal with these clowns right now. I notice the nerdy tank kid is not next to me, i turn towards the front lawn and see he is looking around his bike for something. I pay no more attention to him as he's probably safer over there anyways. I open my mouth to begin telling these kids off, when a car pulls into my driveway. It's a light brown, almost like a coffee colored car. It's and old 70's detective kind of car. Sure enough, a middle aged man in his 40's gets out of the car. He's wearing a button up white t shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and the top button un-buttoned. around his neck hangs a police badge. he's wearing kaki pants with black shoes. His hair is short and black, gelled backwards. Clean face, no mustache. He begins walking towards me and all i can' think to myself is

"oh great here we go. now the cop is going to think i'm mixed up with these 2 gansters, and that poor nerdy wigger kid who just wants to be a tank will get caught up in it too."

I notice now that the 2 ganster kids are gone and the cop is sitting next to me on the stairs. He's holding 2 cell phones. They look really really old, like models you would have seen in the 90's. He ask me about them and i say one of them is probably my friends. I turn towards my yard and notice the nerdy wigger kid is gone. I look at the other phone the detective is holding and realize it's mine. I snatch both of them out of his hand fast and them in my pockets in one fluid motion. He just kind of looks me dumbstruck with his jaw ganging down, with his arms still sitting there as if he was holding the phone.

I say to him without looking, "I don't consent to any searches. Now what is it i can help you with?"

I caught him off guard. He closes his mouth shakes his head and begins speaking, "I want you to tell me everything you know about those 2 kids that where just here. They are in a gang you know. I know they wanted you to go with them...so i have an idea. YOU work for ME and you go undercover into that gang, and we'll take em down together. sound like a plan, yeah?"

I had to really give this some though. You know, i don't really like trouble, i like to just live peacefully in solitude, enjoying my time. But, on the other hand, i'd love to take down a gang. To clean up the streets would truly be a wondrous thing. I really had to give this one some though, and so i turned towards the detective and told him just that.

he responded with, "good good. Here, take my card. call me when you are ready, and we'll get right down to buisness."

He jumped to his feet and walked down the stairs happily while i just watched him leave in silence. He smiled and waved once before jumping into the driver seat and taking off. (why didn't he have to start his car?) I sit there for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Nobody ever bothers me at my apartment, this truly was a strange night. I shrug my shoudlers and head back inside, locking the door behind me.

Welp. Looks like i might need a tank after all.