I had two rather strange dreams last night.
The first one involved me hearing the shouts and screams of a girl from across the street from my parents' house. My Dad, me, and some lady rush over to investigate, and the screams are coming from the garage. My Dad and the Lady run and break in the front door. I have a surge of adrenaline, and I rip the garage door up and almost off its wheel track. The scene that greeted me was some debonair male in a white bath robe, who had this girl blindfolded, bent over, and had just started to remove her panties. Our eyes locked for a moment, and as I started to move towards him he drew a silver revolver and shot me six times in the chest. As I slid to the floor, the life ebbing out of me, my Dad and Lady tackle the guy to the ground. Then darkness overtook my sight and I woke up.
I went back to sleep. This time I dreamt that I was with River from, "To The Moon." She was in her wedding dress from the game, and it was night time. We were talking about love or something to do with love. She bade me to chase her, so I chased her along the line of the cliff's edge all the way to the lighthouse. There she disappeared. As I ran to where she had been, the scene changed, and there she was again but in my room here at home. I went to lay my hand on her, but suddenly she was dashing down a long hallway. Something like a hospital? Then we were in a big empty room. There was some sort of device. She used it, and it teleported her somewhere but fell to the ground. I picked it up, teleported after her. Next thing I know I'm at a Star Wars/Star Trek convention at a table with a guy in a Chewbacca outfit, an Asian guy in a blue Star fleet uniform with glasses, and some guy who looked exactly like Han Solo/Harrison Ford. We're apparently in a Star Wars/Star Trek trivia contest. We've made it to the top ten groups? We're talking about all of our anxiety to win. The buzzer rings to start the next round, but then I woke up.
Craaaazy dreams.