Two nights ago: This "Bonnie and Clyde" couple was pulling off a clever heist. I think I was "Bonnie", or maybe I was just watching. They were very clever and good at getting what they wanted. They were totally conning the lady at the bank into letting them just walk right in. Then it turned out they weren't robbing a real bank, but an embryo bank where fertility clinics sent extra embryos to be used for research. This was a sci-fi world where these embyos were being grown into human babies and experimented on. "Bonnie and Clyde" were heroes who were trying to rescue the embryos and babies.
Last night: I dreamed I was a wizard teacher, but not like at Hogwarts—more like in some D&D-type fantasy world. I had a class of wizards, made up of some of my real-life students and former students. The task of the day was to dive down to an underwater cavern. Inside the cavern, which I knew to be a beautiful place with brilliant peach seashell walls, and a magical ceiling of swirling water overhead, were some of the deep secrets of life, the universe, and God. My students dove down into the water, but they were having trouble diving deep enough to penetrate the swirling ceiling and enter the cavern. A friend of mine sat nearby watching, nodding to me as if he understood: Yes, it's hard to get them to dive deep, but it's worth it for what they'll learn when they get down there.
P.S. Re: Avatar castingfail: This cracked me up. (As sad as the situation is, I try to keep my sense of humor.)