Trial and Error

I had a dream that I was being shown through a prison.
I was expecting to see a horrible place but they were living in the lap of luxury. The inmates, while still dressed in the orange jump suits, had flat screen TVs, exercise equipment, nice tables and furniture with beautifully designed interior and exterior spaces, made of mostly hard wood. Plus all of them were walking around calmly and politely, not a care in the world.
I turn to the person showing me around and say "What the hell! These people are living better than I do, I should just get arrested!"

On the way out I see some one wearing close that I have. As she gets closer I realize it is me. Slowly many of me show up all dressed differently with cloths I have irl. It is at this point I realize I'm dreaming. I run around happy that I am lucid for awhile until I decide what to do. I take control of all the other mes and take a sky view of the area I spell "I am awesome" with all the mes on the ground (I hindsight I have no idea why, but it is funny) and go right into a false awakening.

I "wake up" in the kitchen in what I would best describe as a mix beween a dentist chair, a therapist couch, and the personality imprint chair from the show doll house. I turn and tell my roommate irl S that I went lusid and she gives me a high five. I go back to "sleep" and have another dream that I don't remember.

(A dream from a few years back...The dialogue is not exact, but it is just about right.)

I walk into the kitchen, holding my pregnant belly, to where my mom is making bacon. (note: I have never been pregnant.) It is the exact kitchen I had at the time of the dream.
I feel my water break and stop dead in my tracks.
Me: "Mom, my water just broke."
Mom: "That's nice dear." I walk closer to her.
Me: "You don't understand, the baby is coming!" She does not even look up at me.
Mom: "How much bacon do you want honey?" I begin to feel the baby crowning.
Me: "Mom! It is coming!!"
Mom: "Not now sweetie. I am cooking." I am so confused as to why she is not helping. I feel the baby's shoulders begin to descend. As soon as the shoulders are out the entire baby follows. It is contained in a sac which I rip open immediately leaking water on to the kitchen floor. I grab my child and place it carefully on the kitchen counter. I put my hands on my legs to catch my breath and after a few breaths I turn to my mom again.
Me: "Mom, I just had a child...here in the kitchen..."
Mom: "That's nice." He turns to me holding the pan toward me. "You want some bacon?"