Hopeless Wanderings

I am so freaking horrible at remembering my dreams..

the other day I was having a really emotional dream and was crying in it and realized I was dreaming and tried to summon somebody but it didn't work.

I was with my sister dressed up with armor and guns. There was this car and people in it started shooting. My sister thought it was cool but I didn't. I ran to the side of the car and shot through the window, getting shot several times in the process. I dropped to the ground and somehow didn't die or feel any pain

I woke up, got out of bed, and a friend came over to pick up something. I went back to my room and fell asleep again. Had some dream about the past. Eventually realized I was dreaming but it was very unstable. I spun around like crazy but it didn't work and I woke up. Actually not sure if I woke up or not, but I remembered trying to FILD and next thing I know I wake up in my room in the middle of the night. Something seems strange. It feels like I transported back in time, maybe to a few years ago, even though most of the scenery is the same. I must be dreaming. I look at my hands. They're fine at first but I look long enough and I only see 4 fingers. Instead of spinning to stabilize, I look at a book on my bookshelf for a few seconds. Everything is extremely vivid and clear. I can see so many details in everything and it's really sharp. I think to myself "I hope this is going to be a long dream." The first thing I do is try to find someone. I think of Andrew, turn around to see him but he's not there. I close my eyes this time, open them, he's not there. I imagine him in my closet. I open the door, he's not there. I give up and decide to go outside and go try flying since I can't think of anything else to do. As soon as I exit my room I wake up.

This is my first lucid in a long time