Dream #1: I was dancing with Johnny Ramone in the desert. Don't know why, but I was. Then I saw this Japanese skateboarder doing Old School kickflips and grinds on a nearby railing. For some reason, he was wearing a t-shirt from the musical, CATS. He was really good, so I stopped dancing and went over to get his autograph. As he turned toward me, his eyes turned yellow and lasers shot out of them. It was kind of scary, so I left without getting an autograph.

Dream #2: So apparently I was working for Tony Soprano. Just doing errands like picking up his dry cleaning and what-not. He was just in town for a visit, and he said he wanted my parents to show him around town. (Naturally, I had not told them what he did for a living.) He got in the back seat of my parents' car, and they drove off. I had more errands to run for Tony, so it wasn't until that evening that I had a chance to come by the house to pick him up. When I arrived, though, he wasn't there. My parents were reading in the living room, acting like nothing was wrong.

"Where's Tony?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," they said. "He was using a lot of foul language, so we made him get out of the car."

"What? Do you know who that was? WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!"

And then I woke up.