Fight back against racist Baltimore dream police and SkyHitler

I had a dream a couple hours ago (while I was sleeping) that I joined the police so I could help avenge Bodie’s murder.  Anyway I was like a rookie and sitting in the room with a phone at the station and this regularly calling serial killer called in.   He’d usually kill some people and then phone it in to the cops.  This time though he’d killed a hooker and clearly wasn’t that enthused by the thing.  Oh.  Well, here’s the exchange:

SK: Hey, it’s me.

COP: Serial killer?  yeah, what’s up now?

SK: I just killed a hooker.

COP: Was she white?

SK: No.

COP: Call me when she’s white.  <Click>*

Obviously I was pissed.  This was heinous racism.  So, like so many of my dreams, much of the rest of it was taken up by paperwork and hearings in front of the police services human rights committee.  I struggled to change attitudes and such at the cop shop, but didn’t accomplish much.  In the end I got rules put in place that would change the conversation to sound like one of the below:

A)

SK: Hey, it’s me.

COP: Serial killer?  yeah, what’s up now?

SK: I just killed a hooker.

COP: Was this sex trade worker a person of colour?

SK: Yes.

COP: Call me when they’re not. <Click>

 

or,

 

B)

SK: Hey, it’s me.

COP: Serial killer?  yeah, what’s up now?

SK: I just killed a hooker.

COP: <Click>

 

I didn’t feel this was much of an accomplishment, it just seemed like Liberal bullshit, and I was going to keep at it, but right when the compromise ruling came in SkyHitler attacked and we were called to battle-stations.  I flew a MechaJet right into his mouth and maneuvered my way through his internals all the way up into the brain fortress where I again failed to destroy Hitler’s brain.  Memories of my battle against SpaceHitler all over again… 

After that I was stuck in Siberia which is where I managed to crawl out of SkyHitler while he was being repaired, so I didn’t give much of a shit about racism on the Baltimore police force anymore..

There are more exciting tales of how I made my way through Russia in that dream including how I hid in the corpses of some strange Hobos, but it’s really not that relevant and this whole post would become all about my dream as an awesome whole rather than about the light it cast on police underprotection of hookers in Baltimore.

 

*-<Click> here is the sound of the cop hanging up, not him snapping his fingers as if to say “oh snap”.