A difficult situation

We were watching the sun come up, it was blood red.
And I turned to her, asking, "Did you know about this?"
She shrugged and shook her head, telling me to sit back and watch the show. The clouds were frothing over the horizon towards us, still red and orange. I was a little worried. I knew that we went to karaoke the night before, but I couldn't quite remember what we sang. I had a feeling that I wasn't supposed to. All I could remember was that the words didn't make any sense to me.
Then they came, galloping, the clouds spitting up behind them like great wakes in a lake. There were four of them, of course, as the words dictate. And they were leading the legions, of course, as the words dictate. I was getting uncomfortable.
"Is this what you wanted me to see? Is this what that song was about?" I asked.
I hugged my knees and she put her hand on my shoulder.
"It's lovely, isn't it? Don't be afraid, my dear. It's just as it's meant to be. You should be there, you know. Get your sword."
She stood, and held her hand out to me. Words filtered through my hung-over brain. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh. Wait, that couldn't be right. C'thulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. I remembered what they meant, now. I hadn't wanted to sing them, but I really had no choice in the matter. I looked at her hand and took it.
We stood together, and all I could think was, how am I supposed to fight in the Apocalypse with this bloody great hangover?

In the name of all that's logical

The other day at work there were singing, dancing mice. There were aging gymnasts offering me beet stew-soup ("It's good for you, you will like it") and foxes jumping over lazy brown dogs. But the oddest thing, the weirdest thing was the little Buddhist monk sitting on the bench outside, chatting on a cell phone. When she got up, she wandered into Victoria's secret.
I was left wonder what, in the name of all that's logical, could a little Buddhist monk possibly want from Victoria's secret? Are they having a sale on Saffron underwear? Incense-scented perfume (it would be a vast improvement on their usual scents)?
When she came back out, I asked her what, in the name of all that's logical, she could want from Victoria's secret.
She smiled, and her eye twinkled and she said, "It does well for one to do charity for others, so I take it upon myself to get rid of all the ugliest items in the store so no one else has to deal with them. And anyway, the ladies at the convent like them."
Who was I to argue?

Wait

Come back here, let me ask how I know you. Let's divulge out histories, find out how they cross. I'll tell you my secrets to find out who you are.

Look

If you look, very close in this picture, you will see:

1. an Angry Mango Tree

2. A wax bust of Mr. Sherlock Holmes

3. A Ballerina In a Bathing Costume

4. The Hamburgler Running Away

5. A Herring

6. A Very Foppish Hairdresser

7. A Blue Titmouse

8. Two Wood Puppets, one Male and One Elderly Female.

9: A Mustache

10. A Little Cactus

11. A Fractal Cat

12. Colin Mochrie

13. Two Books That Should Never Be Opened.

You don't get any clues, you have to figure out which is which on your own.