AnotherDreamer

I decided last night that I would write down every dream I had right as I wake up (as inspired by the fryingman). When I got up, I had 5 different dreams written down, but I only remembered writing 2

fragment 1:
I was on someone's driveway and I belonged to a family of people that I have never met in my life. I was their daughter that had died not too long ago, I was also a very powerful witch, coincidentally. They had just resurrected me and I told them that they had to kill me because this would come back to them all, before it was too late. So I took out a wand and gave it to them to plunge through my heart, they refused. Then one guy tried and I smacked the wand away, laughed like a villain at him and said, "MUAhahahaaha!! I'm not really your daughter, I'm her evil grandmother and now I'm going to murder you all ". Then the daughter's mother (my now daughter, since I was evil grandmother) came up and stabbed me in the back with the wand and I melted. At this point, I was confused as to how I wasn't dead since I saw a pile of goo in front of me. I realized I was dreaming, became lucid. I immediately ran down the street and took off flying like a jet plane. I could hear the sounds a jet plane makes and feel the wind blowing past me at extreme speeds. I sped off faster and faster until I was in space, looking down on the Earth. I tried to make it turn into a million little earths so I could eat one and find out what it tasted like, but I woke up instead.

dream 1:
I finally fell asleep again after tossing and turning for awhile, I had woken up to arm numbness and then that killer pain (anything that comes back to life is gonna hurt). So I remember I was studying for a final, and my sister was there bothering me. She wouldn't leave me alone, she kept putting some pasty goo on my textbook. I went into a room and tried to barricade the door but all the stuff turned into...I guess I would describe it as being a bandoneon, it all compressed but it was still the barricade and not a musical instrument. I don't know. But yea it all compressed when my sister tried to open the door. At this point, I knew I was dreaming again. I shoved my DC sister aside and walked through a glass windowpane to get outside. I tried to turn the sun into a million little suns so that I could eat one or have them fall down on the earth and run away in horror. One of the two. Wouldn't work. So I said to the dream, "Okay, I'm ready to meet you now Mr. God". I looked around for a little bit until I saw two figures standing on a lawn. One was my grandpa and one was this nice looking guy that was wearing jeans, one of those puffy vests that have feathers in them, and a trucker hat. I walked up to my grandpa and asked him, "Are you Mr. God?" He told me, "No, but I'm going to be with you as you meet him". I thought that sounded nice. I gave him a big hug because he died almost 10 years ago. We were walking over to Mr. God and I had the single thought, what if this dream falls apart right now. Instantly, the dream starts to fall apart and I tried to stabilize, but the deed had already been done. I woke up. *sigh* doubt sucks