Baconator7

Two nonlucids last night.

1. I was sitting in a hotel room-esque room. I was with my 8 year old cousin, some woman, and a kid that was maybe 4 or 5 years old. The room was maybe 10x10x8 feet.
My little cousin asks us if we want to see something cool, and we say, "Sure," though I feel some sort of impending danger mixed with curiosity. He tells us to turn off the lights and we do. The little boy, being a little kid, is afraid of the dark and has a flashlight. My cousin is getting very angry at him and yells at him to turn off the light. I go to him and say,
"Don't worry, there's no monsters. Can you turn off the light for me?"
He turns off the light and I hear some really fucked up growling coming from where my cousin was. I grab the light and turn it back on, and see a troll-looking thing where my cousin was sitting. (It looked kinda like a Bullsquid from Half-Life, but with arms and standing upright) I feel a burning on the right half of my body (more specifically, my ribs) (as it was a dream, it didn't hurt, I just sorta knew it was burning) and the flashlight breaks. The troll thing breaks through the door, letting light from the hallway in. I see that the woman has been stripped down to nothing but her skeleton in less than a second, and the boy is horribly burned, as if he had fallen in acid.
I sit on the chair where my cousin was originally for a few moments and then a group of four people run in. They say something (I forgot) and bandage me. The dream skips forward and now I'm in front of my grandmother's house (my cousin practically lives there because his Xbox is there). I walk in through the door and I see my grandparents watching TV as usual, with my little cousin sitting on the couch. He looks at me with a surprised, almost scared expression on his face at first, but then he gets a big grin and says,
"Hey, Chris."
Anger surges through me as I grab his leg and fling him across the room. The dream ends.
2. I'm in a semi-barricaded house. I remember something about a zombie infection and the group I was with were the only people who knew about it, and everybody we told wouldn't believe us. We were barricading some house in preparation. The dream skips forward and we're in some dark corridors. I guess we went to a bunker or something. We're all unarmed save for a few glowsticks which only let us just barely see two or three feet in front of us. I can hear zombies growling all around us. We make it to the end of the corridor, and there is a door. As one of the members of the group starts to pick the lock, my glowstick dies. Another guy hands me a magazine looking thing with a picture of a glowstick on it. I push down on the glowstick and it lights up (cool). I hear zombies start running at us. I grab a rake (?)that was next to me (as I said, we were unarmed at that point) and start fending off the zombies. They unlock the armory and in the confusion, a zombie bites me. They come out with guns and kill the remaining zombies. I tell them to kill me, and they do.
The dream doesn't end there, though. I end up looking at a computer screen with a wall of text that I can't remember. I'm not looking at the screen, though, it's as if I'm in it and my world is the desktop of the computer. I can move the cursor as if I had a mouse in my nonexistent hand. I remember thinking something like,
"Huh. So this is what happens after death. Not what I was hoping for (a DMT trip that seems to last for eternity that puts me in pretty much an infinite lucid dream which I'll talk about more if somebody wants me to), but better than nothing."
The dream skips forward and now I'm in a field. There's a nice mountain range and lake. I feel and hear some banging and look behind me. There's a colossal giant, easily 200 feet tall, running at me. I wake up.