Dream Trek

Dream #1: Lucid
The first dream I had for the night was my very first true lucid... I was in some strange place that I don't remember very well. I remember that it was a sort of mansion, and I was under the control of some sort of evil mastermind. The situation was very much like that of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Somehow I found out that the situation at hand was impossible to occur, so I determined that it was a dream. I abandoned the entire plot of the original dream and decided to fly away. For fear of falling, I flew over a large pond instead of more dangerous landing sites. I remember, at one point of my lucidity, I walked into a room full of people, and punched one of my dream characters in the nuts.

Dream #2: Party + Nightmare
The lucidity had ended by this point. I remember I was in a large, dimly lit room, with tables all around, including one pool table. I had found a friend who wished to play pool with me, so I made myself a drink and brought my pool cue and some balls. People were already sitting around our pool table like it was a regular table. We kicked them out and made them go to a regular table. After a while of playing pool, some older gentleman came in and proceeded to bitch at me for doing something, which I cannot remember. As soon as he left the building, I shouted "My father, and my friend's father... TWO different things, asshole".

Surely enough, he heard me, came barging into the room and pinned me against my chair. I told him "Look bud, if you want to talk about it this bad, I'll talk... But you'll have to get off me and take a seat."
He told me to begin talking, but didn't move. I told him that he had five seconds to comply, or I would leave without saying a god damned thing. He did not comply, so I broke out of his grip and shoved him to the ground, and then began walking around the house gathering things.

The scene suddenly changes a little - but the story remains similar. The house is mine, the party is at my house... But it's not technically my house. It's my parents house, and I have long since moved out. And I'm not me, but rather, a female figure, for a few minutes in the dream. I remember that I may have been slightly lucid because I said "He tends to forget things all the time", and I was excited to talk about myself from the third person, as a different person, and I'm pretty sure I knew I was dreaming at that point.

I continued to my truck to load my possessions into it, and then walked upstairs to make the final sweep of the area. I looked on the ground to see an old stuffed animal of mine... And walked off to the next room. After a few minutes of searching through my room, The stuffed animal walks into the room, and at his side is a small skeleton figure. I begin to scream, and it runs at me, so I jump onto the bed to evade it. They both become inanimate again, and then awaken again, and send me to screaming...


Dream #3: The Airplane Massacre
The scene changes.. I'm with my family at an airport landing strip. Except it's not MY family. I'm the oldest son in some random family We're directly in front of a wing, inspecting something. I notice a truck driving from my left, slowly. The truck turned its headlights off and began to move slow. For some reason, I got the impression that it was going to try to run us over. But I also noticed that the wing was too low for him to drive through, so it could work as a good obstacle for us. I said "Quick, get on the other side of the wing!" I did, but nobody else complied with my demands. The truck comes flying into my family, a few survive, including my father and my younger sister. We begin to run, and somehow I become separated from them... But I notice the truck behind me, quickly closing on me, and I see a mobile staircase ahead of me, which I can use to get to the plane's deck... I climb the ladder, and the truck misses me. I drive the ladder to the flight deck and hop on right as the truck rams the ladder out from underneath me. This plane is no usual plane... It's got a deck surrounding it, where people can go DURING flight and sit around outside, given they wear the appropriate gear. Anywho, I see my father tending to my injured sister.

I run off and try to put in cheats, but find out that there's no R2 on a N64 controller, and that I couldn't cheat in this version of grand theft auto (Idk where that came from)