Mystycal

My mind was too tired to give me a lucid, and I tried a bit too hard I guess. My mind gave me very chaotic dreams pieced together from loads of different details, I suspect I wasn't asleep very heavily. My conscious missed so many cues and dream signs when I woke up I felt like slapping myself.
I faintly remember two dreams though:

First Dream:
We were playing badminton, me, my brother, my dad, my mum, my sister, my sister's friend and her mum. I'm usually good at it, so I expected to win in a team that consisted of me, my brother and a random guy. However, I found I couldn't even hit the shuttle, and they quickly won 30:4 although I counted their points to be around 8. I got pissed off and went to my mum's and dad's Halal restaurant (we don't own a Halal restaurant and we're Catholic in real life) and complained, but they just told me to go away. Since it was time for my next school lesson (turned out the badminton was in PE), I grabbed my trumpet case and walked out, but then realised that it had to trumpet in it. A girl walked up to me and opened her case with my trumpet and gave it to me. I took out her mouthpiece and gave it back to her, asking how she got my trumpet, to which she replied something I can't remember. She walked away.

Second Dream:
Same setting, my front garden in Poland. A very noisy rubbish truck was on my lawn driving towards the gate. My dad got a motorbike and followed it, my brother got like a bicycle-motorcycle thing and got on it, and he held a bicycle next to it so that I could keep up with them by being pulled by my brother. We pulled up to the right of the guy, who was black with sunglasses and a cigarette. I saw that somehow traffic lights were installed on the gate to my house.
Finally, the gate opened and we drove out. The guy went left, we followed him. He sped off into the distance along with my dad on his motorcycle, me and my brother had a bit of trouble keeping balance. In the middle of the road we fell off, and both laughed. When we got back on and reached the crossroads of the next street, there was no sign of the rubbish truck left, just my dad, and he told us a joke which I thought I had heard before. My brother found it funny.
Then we drove up to the church on that street, although irl it does not exist, and we went inside. We navigated the various pews, tables and confessionals until we found a table that was empty. My brother told me to sit down at it, so I did, while he sat in the pew in front with an old woman.
Then the mass began and something happened, I don't know what, but it boosted me to a level of lucidity.
The church suddenly disappeared in a blue matrix-like pattern, and I could see my brother's face saying that we finally made it to lucidity. I flew across a space, then lost my lucidity again: it was a very unstable dream all along.
Then there was something with a Rihanna video, and then something about Doctor Who and computer programs and my friends, but I can't remember what.

The End