Dream No. 1: I am looking out the second-floor window of a school or a stadium or an auditorium. There is a line out the front door of people milling about, waiting to get in. A car is parked damn near in the actual line. A dude reaches into the car and pulls out a ginormous AK-47 or some large killing machine and proceeds to rain bullets upon the crowd inside the doorway. I scurry away and look for some place to hide.
Dream No. 2: I drink a Coke with dinner and don't even realize it. All hope is lost, I feel guilty, etc. (In real life, I haven't drunk a sip of soda since October.)