Which Dream Is Weirder?

So, I recently had two wacky dreams. I don't know which one was weirder.

Dream #1 - John and I were at home with my Dad and 4 talking dogs (two Rotts, one Dalmatian, and one Terrier). A talking alligator came to the house while I wasn't paying attention - a really huge, really ugly, really mean talking alligator - and John fed him and put him in a room. The talking alligator proceeded to tear the room apart, making a complete mess of walls and furniture. John and I relocated the alligator far from the house (a small yellow house on a large piece of land). A few hours later, I was sitting in the back room of the house with my Dad, the Terrier and the Dalmatian. Our back door had no door, and we notice the alligator is marching up to the house. I yell at Dad and the dogs to flee the room, since we have no way to keep the alligator out and he's hungry again. Hungry alligators tend to eat people and dogs, I tell them. The Dalmatian is assuring me that this alligator most certainly won't eat him, seeing as how it talks. Then the alligator announces that he's hungry and most certainly will eat anything he comes across. So then my Dad and the dogs make a mad dash scramble into the other room, hurdling over the dog gates in place to protect us from the outside. The alligator stomped in and John found the only way to keep him calm was to fill the room with containers of water - the kind of containers you find on a water cooler in an office. The talking alligator liked looking at those huge bottles of water. For the record, I would like to note that only my two Rotts behaved in this dream.

Dream #2 - John and I went on a roadtrip with his cousin and a friend. We drove to Atlanta (GA), then to Jasper (AL), then to another city in GA which I don't believe exists, but which I kept referring to in my dreams as The Home of the Braves (I am aware they are from Atlanta). From that city we took a train out to Arizona, where we were visiting with Woody, Buzz and Jessie (yes, the characters from Toy Story). In Arizona I was attacked by two talking geckos - they were fierce. And John's cousin shrunk to the size of a Barbie doll. It was mad chaos out there, although we did get to see our Toy Story friends.

The moral of the story seems to be that talking animals follow John. That can't be good, lol.

And by the way, I think the spelling of the word weird is... well, weird.