Ever since the Ferguson dilemma hit the news, I’ve been going crazy thinking about police officers. Every time I see one, I have the urge to shoot their heads off or stab them and rip out their heart or eviscerate them or cut their throats and hang them upside down. I’ve had the same dream for the past week, blindly shooting into a crowd of police men carrying away young innocent black men. I think about this day in and day out.