Two dreams tonight; an utter cacaphony of weirdness. Here we go, from the beginning.

Dream #1:
In this dream, for some reason, I own a Geo Metro. A friend of mine had been in an accident recently, so he took his car to the body shop. I go to pick him up. I park my Geo in the parking lot and walk past several shady-looking characters to get inside the body shop.

There's a small bare "airlock"-type room just inside the door, with another door leading into the actual shop. For some reason, I take my pants off in this room and carry them with me into the shop. My friend is there, but then he's not, and so I decide to go home. I walk back out, re-donning my pants on the way.

As I step outside, I see the shady-looking characters surrounding my car. They hit it with a stick several times. Then one of them gets a big rock, jumps up on the hood, and drops the rock on top of the car, making a big dent in the roof and shattering all the glass.

I run toward them yelling. The one on the ground, the fat one, runs off, while the one on the car, the skinny one, jumps down and hides behind the car. I chase the fat one, jump on his back, grab him around the neck and start ramming my fist into his nose. He starts to cry, then promises he'll pay for all the damage.

I walk back into the shop, taking off my pants on the way, and tell the mechanic I'd like to have my car fixed. He says they're booked solid, but he can work me in at 1am on January 1. That's fine with me, so I leave, after getting the keys to a loaner car and re-donning my pants.

The loaner-car is some big powerful truck thing with no roof. As I walk toward it, I see several more punks attempting to vandalize it. Another chase ensues, and again I jump on a punk's back and begin pounding him in the nose. This time, the mechanic emerges from the store, yells at the punks, then tosses me the keys (didn't I already have them?) to the truck. I drive off. Dream ends.

Dream #2:
My job, for some reason, seems to be carting some kind of small golf-cart-like thing back and forth between two rooms in a large garage. One room is bare (this is where I start), and the other room contains my boss, a motorboat, and my boss's enormous collection of Popular Mechanics magazines.

I'm carting along, and suddenly Madonna walks in the door. She says she's hiding, and asks if she can hide in my cart. Not one to spoil the fun, I say "Sure," so she hops in. Suddenly, curtains appear around the cart, hiding us from view. She tells me it is vitally important that she get inside the motorboat in the other room.

So I take her to the motorboat. While my boss is looking the other way, she lifts the tarp covering the boat and jumps inside. I go back to the bare room. A little while later, I go back and pick her up. We repeat this several times. Finally, one time as I'm picking her up, my boss begins to walk toward the boat while she's in it. He starts to remove the tarp.

I distract him by asking if he has a particular issue of Popular Mechanics that I'm interested in. Happy to share his hobby, he finds the issue (while Madonna sneaks out of the boat and into the cart) and lets me borrow it. I drive Madonna back to the bare room.

Suddenly, I'm driving her down the bumpy dirt path outside my grandparents' house in Texas. She's naked and giggling. We get to the end of the path, which is at the rear of the house, and I hear someone coming from behind us, on the path. We jump out of the cart, but she can't walk for some reason, so I'm carrying her and trying to cover up her naked parts in case someone sees us. We get inside a bedroom, I suddenly turn into Terry Jones from Monty Python, and then I wake up.