Had two separate dreams last night. One was relatively normal, the other ... not so much.

In the first dream, I met and got to know Jennifer Connelly. In this dream universe, she was an artist, and together we helped design a cover for a album either she was putting together or I was (if the dream ever explained whose album it was, I don't recall). Then we made a short film together (I accidentally sat on the Laserdisc(?) it was burned to and broke it into the shape of Batman's emblem). Finally, at the end, she kissed me (she had nice, full lips).

The second dream was far more surreal and abstract. It involved me evading robbers robbing a video store and gangstas going on a shooting spree to travel into alternate futures and realities to prevent something of Lovecraftian proportions from happening to the world. I think Deborah Harry was my spiritual guide in this dream, though I'm far from certain. I also met Kurt Cobain, who never really died but became some kind of insane Hindu-like ascetic who had taken a pair of nun-like women as wives. The dream came to an end with me having to choose one of a countless number of dimensional portals to step through; the right portal would return me to Earth in the proper place and time while the others would leave me stranded in other worlds and/or times with little to no possibility of escape.