I had to call the police last night

Last night, at around 9:56 or so, my neighbors started yelling at each other. VERY loudly. They had gotten rather violent, too. I think one of them picked up a shovel, but they most likely just dropped it back down. They were also swearing a whole lot and one of them wanted the other to get their stuff out of her car. I've met her before, but I don't know her name. She's actually really nice and was alive back in the sixties, I was kinda hoping we would get to be friends and learn about the differences between one era and the other.

So anyways, the entire time they were yelling and fighting, me and my mom kind of cowered in the back of the house waiting for them to stop fighting. When they wouldn't stop fighting for 15 minutes (and it became clear neither of us were going to get to sleep) mom and I went back to the front and peeked out of the curtains. The man was on a bicycle riding in circles and the woman had opened the trunk of her car that was full of a bunch of stuff, and she was demanding that he get his junk out of her car, and I'm cleaning up the language.

There was a lot more F-bomb dropping for a few minutes, then my mom called my other neighbors to see if they heard the noise. They did, and they had all agreed that if it went on for another few minutes they'd be calling the cops. After a few minutes, I asked my mom if I could call the cops, since I was more scared of them than I was of the phone by that point. My mom told me that I could call the cops, so I took her cell phone (don't gotta home phone) and called the Police.

About one minute later the officers came. I'm not sure how many there were, but there were three police cars surrounding them. Why? Because everyone in the neighborhood had called 911 because of the yelling. I saw two police officers clearly; one a man and the other a woman. They were handling the situation pretty well, and only 3 minutes later they were all gone.

Once that scare was over, my mom decided to call the neighbors again and talk about what had happened. We all realized that we called the police at about the same time, with different operators talking to us. It was pretty scary, but once it all blew over everything was hunky dory and I could get some sleep.

Then I had the weirdest dream ever. Vangelus was in it! And Derrick! And Blaze the Cat was a sand monster! And the whole thing felt like a continuation of a previous dream that I probably didn't even have! MY MIND IS SO MESSED UP YOU GUYS. :D