the Nonsense in Between

Recently I've had a stretch of insomnia accompanied by really screwed up dreams when i do sleep. If you really want into my disturbing brain read on...

Finally asleep I begin to dream. Dominic and I live in New York City in a highrise apartment. I get home to find Dominic acting wierd.
me: "how was your day, honey?"
dom: "good"
me: "what's wrong? you're acting weird"
dom: "i have to tell you something. sit down."
we sit on the sofa. dominic gets very serious
dom: "i accidentally killed the little boy down the hall"
me: "what the fuck did you just say?!"
dom: "i dont know how it happened it was an accident. we were talking and then i accidentally choked him, but i didnt mean to squeeze that hard and then he was dead. you have to help me. if they find out it was me i'll go to jail for life and i'll never be with you again. can you help me?"
me (feeling very nauseous): "how the hell do you accidentally kill a kid with your hands around his neck? how would you like it if someone accidentally strangled your little boy?"
dom: "it was an accident! are you going to help me or not? You have to decide now someone is coming"
Will truman from Will and Grace bursts into the apartment, he's also a tennant in the building.
Will pointing angrily at dom: "you killed that poor little boy, you asshole, why would you do that? this is a nice place to live. I'm a lawyer and i know how to put you away for a long time."
me: "what are you talking about? what boy? We just got home, did something happen in the building?"
dom: "yeah we've been gone allday, whats going on? Oh by the way you're not a criminal attorney so murder isnt your area of expertise"
Will: "oh yeah you're right"
will shrugs his shoulders and leaves
Dominic and I start discussing alibis. And come up with a good one. However, I'm still unsure if i should help him. My thoughts run rampant...He killed a kid. But I love him. I dont want him to go to jail but he did something really wrong. I already lied to someone for him so now i'm an accomplice. If we get away with it will we ever be the same? Will we always remember the day he killed that kid? I wish he hadnt done this, I just want things to be normal, like they were before he murdered someone. Wait I love him and all i care about is being with him forever of cours we can get through this. Or can we?

Finally I wake up very stressed from my dream and it's been haunting me ever since. I have some ideas as to why my brain put this together but I really didnt need to have such a stressful and disturbing dream to get it. Stupid subconcious.

If you missed the rowdy russians saturday night i bet you're cryin' your eyes out (not!).

In celebration of our new little home in westminster, dom and i had some friends over. there was good food, good booze and fun. then our new neighbors came around the corner to see what all the fun was about. we said "hi, new neighbors! we dont know you but come over and join in the fun!" the more the merrier, right? WRONG!

Big russian, Vladmir had a little too much vodka which apparently makes him violent. He started getting out of control so, Victoria asked her boyfriend (Daniel) to take Vladmir home. Then after a short while Violent Vladmir returned. He banged on the door. She said ignore him. He banged more. Ignore him. Silence. Then Vladmir busted through the window! Victoria says to call the police because he's crazy. Dominic calls 911. 45 seconds later we see the police flashlights. There's a scuffle. The police come to tell us they're taking the guy in. Only they've got the wrong guy, sort of. They tell us Vladmir is pretty wasted so they're taking him to detox but Daniel is going to jail. Why is Daniel going to jail? They say he resisted arrest. We explain that Daniel was only trying to help and that Vladmir had been the one we called the police on. They didnt want to hear it. I have my speculations as to what happened. But now it is the police's word against Daniel's. If only someone had video taped it ala Rodney King.

What's the lesson to be learned here? Dominic and Nicole shouldnt trust everyone, especially Rowdy Russians.

Dominic and I just ran into Victoria and Daniel. They were telling us that Daniel actually called the police before Dominic did because he couldnt control Vladmir. When the cops got there they quickly handcuffed wasted Vladmir then turned to Daniel. He tries to tell them he's the one who called the police then they threw him down and beat him up. As we were outside talking about how fucked up it all was when another neighbor came out. The other guy says his girlfriend and a friend saw everything because they're on the first floor. The guy says his girlfriend was really shaken up because the cops were beating this guy who hadnt done anything to deserve it. She tried to ask the cops why they were beating him up since he was lying on the ground face down. The cops yelled at her and told her if she didnt go inside she'd be arrested too. I am so glad there are eyewitnesses to this incredible injustice. The only thing is I think she's a little afraid to say anything because if the cops aren't fired they'll be angry and still have power. These officers obviously arent the brightest or the most moral guys. So we hope that these witnesses will have the guts to stand up for what is right. And at the very least I hope that Daniel and Victoria get their one thousand dollars they paid to bail him out.

Fuck the police. (am i allowed to say that on here?)

Sorry I haven't had a lot to post about lately but the issues du jour cannot be discussed in a public forum. Sorry for the vagueness call me for details.

There may not be much of my real life I can discuss right now but I'll tell you about the strange dream I had. I really don't know how my brain produces these things.

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Dominic and I are at a highschool pep rally. After it ends everyone is leaving the building as we get outside we notice all of the people ahead of us are looking behind us. People are getting out of there cars and pointing to the sky. They're all yelling something about waking up the ancient god. We turn around and see this 500 foot tall egyptian-ish statue walking toward us. Everyone is yelling "he has the ancient golden joo (like juice without the "ce")". We see that he is carrying this big urn and he's sprinkling the contents of it on people. When they get sprinkled it turns them into cute, fuzzy, blue goats. Dominic and I look at eachother and simultaneously say "we better run before he turns us into goats." So we book it and the dream ends.

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Some of you may have heard that I have and extra sense, or at least half of one. It doesnt work all of the time but when it does it can be a little freaky.

A couple of weeks ago I had this dream that a coworker got fired. It was such an intense dream I couldnt shake it, so I shared it with a friend at work. At the time there was no reason she should be fired, she had only been with the company a short while and was well liked. Yesterday we were informed that she "was no longer with the company". The friend I shared my dream with turned around, surprised, and screamed, "YOUR DREAM!"

Last night Dominic and I were among the 900 lucky people to see Panic at the Disco play live. My excitement for the event was at a maximum since we almost didnt get tickets. I usually try to avoid sold out shows like this but I really wanted to see Panic. What happened next neither of us ever expected...

We got to the show and decided to have a couple of drinks. As we were sipping the last of the few drinks Dominic said to me: "This is my last drink if I'm driving us home". At this time the night was still early and neither of us were drunk so driving ourselves home was still a viable option. Then, what seemed like only moments later and without taking another sip of alcohol we were both obliterated. My memories from this moment on are not only vague but strange and different from drunken memories. At one point I remember being in the pit and looking at the faces of people who were smashed up next to me but their faces looked to be a mile away. During Panic's set I tried really hard to focus on them because I really wanted to enjoy the show and remember it but all i remember of them is a fuzzy silhouette. Sadly, we ran into a few people we know and in our extraordinary inebriation I'm sure we embarrassed ourselves. After the show, neither of us was in any condition to drive so we had to wait it out. We stumbled around and found this tiny little pizza place had a few slices of pizza. Then we peed in a few allies and hung out in our car for a few hours.

Needless to say I'm incredibly angry at the person who did this to us. Did someone intend to take advantage of me? Could something terrible have happened if Dominic hadnt been with me? I feel terribly violated. I've been drunk enough a few times to embarrass myself but last night I didnt have the choice. Someone chose that for me and that makes me sick. The thing that makes me most angry is that I cant remember the show that I had waited so long to see.

Anyone know the number to the Karma Police?

Dominic and I had Chinese food for dinner and in my fortune cookie i found this:

"You will have many friends when you need them."

Is this a sick joke?

For the past two years I've avoided the dentist like the plague. I havent always feared the dentist, quite the opposite actually. My whole life I've loved visiting the dentist and hearing them say "My what beautiful teeth you have" (only less creepy than the Little Red Riding Hood wolf). Never having had a cavity I was shocked to hear (two years ago) that I had not one but SEVEN cavities. My dentist and his assistants strongly suggested that I get them filled asap. They also went on to lecture me about proper tooth hygiene and the dangers of slacking. Not only did they insist on filling my cavities they also suggested I get some sort of two thousand dollar sealant since my terrible teeth were cavity prone. Luckily at that time I was moving to Colorado and could not get them filled.

Since that visit I've lived in fear of the dentist. I refused to make an appointment because I still wanted to deny having cavities. Last week I finally caved and visited a dentist in the Denver Tech Center. The entire visit I lay with my head back, every muscle tense, prepared to hear them say in the most demonic voices "You have cavities, You have cavities..." "Dont you even know what a toothbrush is?". I thought they were going to laugh maniacally while they drilled my teeth with an industrial strength drill without administering any pain killers.

I'm happy to report my experience was surprisingly pleasant and at the same time left me disturbed. When the hygienist first told me "you have perfect teeth" I thought "she must just be flattering me, I have seven cavities". I interjected "You must be joking I have cavities that need to be filled." She sincerely replied, "Um, I dont think so, I just checked all of your teeth and there's no sign of decay. But I'll get x-rays and the Doctor's opinion just to be sure." X-rays were taken, a laser tooth density device was used, the traditional poking method was used by both the dentist and the hygienist and not one cavity was found. Not ONE! I told the dentist that the last dentist I visited found seven cavities. His response "Yeah, some people are crooks."

Some people are crooks. I could have had seven perfect, beautiful, well cared for teeth drilled into for no other reason than profit. Fuck! I feel icky. What's worse is that I imagine this has happened to more people. I hope none of you have had perfectly good teeth drilled into so that some dickhead dentist could go to the Bahamas.

Last night while sleeping comfortably, for the first time since the recent flu epidemic swept through our house, we were rudely awakened. Not too many things wake my husband up in the middle of the night; pretty much nothing short of a midnight promise of sex will wake that man. So last night when he sat up in bed and said, "Nicole!" in that urgent whispered tone that initiates your body's fight or flight mechanism I nearly peed my pants before I even knew what was going on. Finally to my senses I begin to understand why we're awake with pounding hearts.

"Um, Nicole, did we fall asleep with the lights on?"

"No, we didnt, we couldnt have. What the hell?"

We have two very bright ceiling lights in our bedroom that Dominic insists be turned off before he even thinks about laying down in bed and if they're ever on while he's laying in bed he writhes in pain like acid is eating out his eyeballs and begs: "can you pleeease turn them off". So i know that there is no way, no how, that we fell asleep with the lights on. But at 11 o'clock last night about 2 hours after we went to bed those lights were indeed on.
(cue twilight zone music...dododododo...)

yeah, it was creepy.