Lucid Time!

Modular Robots:
Marcus (a persistent dream character) was back once more, telling me about a new line of combat robots that he had been working on. He had completed eleven versions, and they all had this large black tank-like appearance to them. Each version only had one full scale prototype.
He showed me file footage of each of the robots in sequence. The earlier models, were slow, clunky, and had the appearance that they were just sort of conglomerations of parts. The early versions had exposed mechanisms, loose wires and tubes hanging from them, and some even completely malfunctioned and just caught fire.
As the versions progressed, the robots became more streamlined and refined. I can recall one version closely resembling the robot from the Incredibles.
He was showing to me the 11th prototype, that was still in development. This one looked like a large four legged spider, though the lower legs were in fact tank treads. The legs could fold down and the robot would become like a tank.
He continued by telling me that in future versions the robot would be modular and therefore able to take the shape of whatever they desired.

The king of the world!
I am at some coastal location with a large number of small rocky hills. There are some wooden boardwalks and large waves crashing up against the rocks. I am approached by several secret-service looking guys.
They men take me into their car and explain that I have one an honorary title "King of the World". This is a title only awarded to one child on the planet at a time (funny that I am considered a child, I'm going to be eighteen in a week.) And this lucky child gets all the money and toys and whatever the heck they want.
The previous KOTW was a much younger boy, they show me a picture. He looks to be 8-10 year old and has an actual king outfit on with a crown and scepter and all that. The men tell me that the kid ate only ice cream after he became KOTW and actually died from malnutrition.

I decided to use my KOTW powers to throw a party at the coastal boardwalk location. So the secret service guys called a stage company. We got some electronic music artist to preform. (No idea who, might have been a dream fictional one.) as well as a bunch of laser lights and a fog machine. We ordered pizza and all these random guests showed up. It got dark and the party started.
The party is amazing, and we are sitting watching [whoever these artist(s) are that are preforming.] Everyone is gorging themselves on pizza, but I am sitting there limiting myself to one slice, recalling how the previous KOTW died because of bad eating habits. I try to focus more on the social aspect of the party and talk to some of the guests, but it's difficult to talk to them over the sound of the music.
As the dream started to end I 'remembered' that I had I wasn't really the king of the world, and I was actually filming some kind of comedy movie for somebody.

I woke up feeling rather strange with a short but catchy tune in my head for half the morning. I wanted to do some experiments with dream music, so the thought may have had something to do with that.