AND conversation of the day

Me: So...about a week ago some Russian dude took control of my corner and is selling drugs from 8-10 while blasting Eminem.

Sio: Shit, girl. You need to be calling the cops on that shit.

SIDEBAR

[Sio grew up a block away from me in the 70s. My neighborhood aint shit now - but it was the hardcore ghetto at that point. We talkin' Compton/Holly Grove/Bowen Homes/Marcy/Nth Ward kinda shit. But I digress...]

Me: Well it's crazy that shit hasn't self regulated yet, you know?

Sio: For sure. Who's slackin'?

Me: I don't know. Generally that shit is kept pretty tightly under wraps. We are in no way an obvious neighborhood these days. But shit...you'd think that would have been regulated on by now.

Sio: You should call the cops.

Me: No I'm laying back in the cut for now. I'd really prefer to not be "that bitch."

Sio: Gotcha

Me: Besides...you gotta respect the fact he plays by dorm rules.

Sio: [doubled over laughing] We've got to start you a blog one of these days!

Dreams

During cardio the other day, C. Diddy and I were discussing dreams. For years now C. Diddy has been having a reoccurring dream wherein she's terrified of some major change occurring within the dream - makes total sense. I discussed with her the dream I've been having for years. I'm being chased by someone. Who it is changes and the whom is never actually important. I'm always one step ahead of my pursuer, but I'm always running, running, running. From something. Makes sense...right?

But tonight I remembered the other dream I've had sense...god only knows when. I'm screaming and screaming and screaming! I'm crying out so hard - I use every ounce of muscle and iota of strength to scream out at the top of my lungs! But nothing comes out. Sometimes I can squeeze out the tiniest sound...even though I try and try and try. Interesting...right?