Danventurous

The only Lucid dream I remember having since I was about 8 years old.
The morning of Saturday, 28th of January. 2am to 12pm.

The dream started with me hanging out with friends getting cupcakes from a political party expo that we were sitting outside. Sitting on a park kind of table/bench. Going in and stealing trays of muffins/muffin cakes? I say muffin cakes because there was this one large lump of what could have been a tray of muffins. Opposing political party paraded in- JB, a parents friend from years ago was with them. They took people hostage with imaginary equipment/weapons. The leader had an imaginary knife. They walked around to the left side of the expo building that reminded me of a Marai (Like a traditional Maori church). I went over. Said something to the leader. He responded and then all their equipment became real. They chased us and we went underground into my old schools basement. Running into a room, and then a different room. quite dark. Hiding in a basket. I was almost too big for the basket and it nearly broke, but I was wobbling around in it. Someone else came in and said they could hide in there more convincingly. I got out and went to the opposite side of the room. There were piles of clothes, 2/3rds of the room tall. Found a small gap I could crawl through, almost like a small cave under the clothes. Using my phone for light. 2 people come in, one of them the leader. They saw my phone light. I jumped out and surprised them. Leader swinging round his knife. Managed to disarm him. I think the other guy was attacked by the other person from the basket. I somehow remove his head from his body, but he's still alive. Punching his head in the face again and again, not doing much damage (Common dream about having no strength in punching). Leave the underground basement of the school. Walking down the street. 3 Salvation Army people in a Jeep kind of car waiting to pick someone up (relates to my parents being Officers in the Salvation Army). Walked down Layard street on the road. A car swerved to hit me, I jumped onto the footpath and the car managed to fit between a car that was parked on the right side of the road and the footpath (Cars drive on the other side in NZ). Became Lucid. Decided to go see KW. Started rollerblading towards her house. Stop at a house and go to the back, talk to people and begin waking up. Started spinning and listening/remembering a song. Dreaming became solid again. Situation repeated as I was leaving. Saw the cars numberplate was Muse, which is the music I was then remembering/listening to. Acknowledged that and laughed. Continued rollerblading to KW's house thinking that I had to see what being lucid and in control was like. Ended up in a house nothing like hers, went in, her and her dad were happy/celebrating that he was having twins because of some surrogate or something idk. Hugged KW. Went looking for a mirror so I could see what I looked like in a dream. Walked through a door that happened to lead to the Kitchen. It was full with random stuff, creating a small path on the floor. No mirrors. Left the room. Told KW I couldn't find a mirror. Hugged her and found she had a chest that belonged to another friend, AY. Woke up?