I had two dreams the other night. Bizarre ones.

The first had Danielle Gordon in it. That's right, high school (although most of my memories of her are from middle school for some reason) Danielle Gordon. Which is more strange than ever because I barely think of her. We did work at the Y one summer together. Not really together, and now that I think about it I'm not even positive it was her at the Y, we worked in different age groups of the camp.

Anyways. I parked my car in the parking lot of this bowling alley / skating rink (roller skating). I run inside looking for someone. The front of this center is a giant dining hall filled with guests at tables. In the back is where the bowling alley and skating rink are, and where the girl I'm looking for and Danielle Gordon is (I'm not looking for Danielle, I'm looking for someone else). I find the girl I'm looking for, she's only ten, and she's unconscious. She apparently had information I was looking for, and Danielle was laughing because she saw me coming and knew I wanted to talk to the girl, so she knocked her out. I try explaining how important the information is, and how people (or something) is chasing me. Danielle doesn't care, and I ask her how I can get the information from her.

Danielle challenges me to some sort of game. You have to throw red cups at these buttons on the ceiling. Danielle goes first, she throws three red cups and hits one button. I go, and inside am screaming at myself at how impossible it is, but then throw and hit three buttons with three cups. Danielle is stunned (as am I). She tells me what I need to know (but I don't remember what it was, just that I knew what I needed to then). I turn to leave and see cars pulling into the parking lot. Its the people (things, whatever) looking for me. I know for some reason they can't get out of their cars and come in, but I also know I have to leave.

Some part of me knows that they only showed up because I found out what I needed to know. But I turn to Danielle and ask if she called and told them I was there. And she saws yes, she didn't understand the situation and called before I ever made it to the back of the hall. I decided to run for it to my car. The parking lot is big, and I think by sneaking from parked car to parked car I can avoid the people (things) looking for me that are circling the parking lot. I make a few cars before they spot me and I break out into a full on run towards my car. They are coming down the lane in the parking lot towards me in their car and.....

I wake up. I fell back asleep not long after and had another weird dream. This one had both John Travolta and Janeane Garofalo in it.

I was a cop, or marshall or something. I knew the police where chasing me. On of them that were chasing me was John Travolta. He chasing me to an above ground subway train. I run up the stairs and he is shooting at me. And while I think the bullets of the gun he is firing at me will kill me, they leave pink paint stains on everything they hit, like it was a paint ball pellet or something.

I run up what seems to be 30 stories of stairs, all while being shot at. I get to the top and jump onto the outside of the train as it takes off. Travolta is too late to get on the train but just laughs as he shoots pink bullets at it. He says he'll get to me on the way around. I look around and see what he says is true. The train track is only a block or two around, a perfect square of train tracks 30 stories in the air with only one stop.

The perspective switches to Travolta. Other cops are around him waiting for me to come around. When the train comes around I'm not on it. In the distance you see me sliding down one of the pylons holding up the tracks. I have on thick black gloves so my hands don't get burnt as I slide down.

At the bottom I land there's a big indentation in the ground where I landed. Pink bullets splatter all around me as I take off running. On the other side of town Janeane Garofalo is a cop in a squad car. Her partner and her are listening to everything Travolta is doing. They are with him. Its some sort of rebellion of the cops. An old man tries to confront them and she gets out and shoots him. Its leaves a giant pink bullet on his chest and he dies. There is also a big indent where he fell after being shot, like where I landed. I come running up the street and hear Garofalo saying he's dead as I run by.

Two weird dreams. Two weird dreams that I remember vividly in one night. Strangeness.