Monday, April 14, 2014

When He's Gone

I haven't been sleeping well. There are a number of reason as to why this is going on, but one of the more unexpected ones is that I have been waking up thinking someone is on our property and breaking-in to our house. At first it's a dream but while I'm asleep I get so freaked out that I wake up thinking I'm hearing things. Sometimes they are outside, sometimes they are creeping up my stairs, but regardless of where they were in my dream and the sounds that I hear when I wake-up, my heart is racing and I'm freaked out. It takes me a long time to calm down afterwards.

When Blue is beside me it's much easier to feel safe and secure. When he's gone I feel exposed and vulnerable. I never used to feel that way.

According to the dream dictionary, one possible interpretation for my dreams is that some subconscious material is trying to make itself known. I don't know how much of that I believe. I think it's more likely that I'm now more aware of all of the crime that takes place under the cover of darkness. Maybe I'm reading too much of the news these days.

Just today I was startled awake in the early hours of the morning by my phone beeping beside my head. I groggily checked my text message, knowing it would only be from Blue. It told me that there was a break-in just a few houses down and to "keep an eye out". Well, it took me quite a long time to get to bed after that. I know Blue wanted to check-in and keep me safe, but after going to the window and scanning our yard, all I could think about was how un-safe I felt. I wanted him there, with me.

A few moments after I read the text I could hear the whir of the police chopper approaching our neighbourhood. Crime happens everywhere, in every community...but we live in a fairly sketchy one.

Maybe it's time for a dog.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Domestic Crap

Posted by: Blue

One of the other crews had a domestic assault arrest last week. The accused male pretended he was sleeping when they went into the bedroom to hook him.

He was naked.

When they cuffed him and started dragging him down the stairs against his will, he struggled, fought and then suddenly and violently shit himself.

The patrol sergeant who attended the call could smell the accused's rank stench from inside his SUV when he pulled-up to check on the crew and sign the Prisoner Log Sheet.

He went direct to Provincial Remand, still naked, covered in shit and crying.

Both of the officers were provided slips for new pants and boots.