false awakening

Dream 1/2 (sewn together, pretty much)
I'm involved in a TF2-match in a futuristic building where everything is white (with the exception of some flora and TV-screens).
The entire thing evolves into a competition where we use our imagination is the limit to our skills. My technique becomes transforming into a phoenix/parrot-like creature with tremendous healing abilities, yet no offensive traits. Apparently not very smart of me, because another guy's abilities involved freezing time and annihilating whatever. As my body was slowly being lifted from the ground, I could see a city from the giant window of the building (seemingly a skyscraper). My final words were ''errr... isn't this a little bit overpowered?''. Splat.

On the roof of the very same building, Hijikata & Sogou from the Gintama-series are on the lookout for something, while discussing everything from the date to the Odd-Jobs-gang. All of a sudden, Sogou pushes his colleague from the edge of the building with a sadistic, witty comment. Hijikata manages to grapple onto the main characters of the series, who happen to be hanging some levels below. Everyone starts shouting furiously at eachother.

Then I awoke, went to the bathroom, went to bed, had a dream I can't remember, and then...

Dream 3 (false awakening -> Lucidity)
I am suddenly waken up by my mother, who tells me to go to school. I find my bottle of Pyridoxin-pills beneath the sheets, and she says I'll need them.
I walk to the bathroom, do my business there, and as I'm about to leave it, I find the entire situation extremely weird. It's pitch-dark outside, and my mother should neither be awake nor present.

So I pinch my nose, and sure enough, my sight goes blurry all of a sudden and I become dizzy. I start rubbing my hands together and try spinning, but moving my legs is difficult, like moving through water.
While trying to overcome some of the strangest feelings ever, I decide to try flying, so I levitate towards the door (still pitch-dark outside). My control is absolutely terrible, and just as I think ''oh well, might as well go through the roof'' I hit my head and fall down on the floor. I couldn't feel a thing, which made me rather disappointed (neither control nor physical feelings were very noticeable). I rubbed the armrest of an old wooden chair just to give myself the satisfaction of feeling something at all (friction).

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen, where my father is cooking in the middle of night.
''Hey, I'm dreaming. Look!'' I say, before trying to levitate in front of him. I have to lean my knee against the back of a chair to stay there. He just turns around like nothing happened.
Then I consider going outside, before dream logic returned with a vengeance. I had to tell my mother not to awake me again! So I marched towards the bathroom, saying ''Don't you dare waking me up now!''.
Her answer was something like ''don't raise your voice like that'' before her arm started it's journey towards my face. I go ''nonononononononono-!'' before they reach my eyes and wake me up for good.

Dream 1/2 (not very well stitched together):

Strolling around in what looks like the Venezia of old. As I'm walking across a small bridge, I see a burglar leaping out of a shop and down the alley. The very next second the security guard positions himself in front of the door, as if nothing has happened, glaring at me with an angry look. Kind of confused, I decide not to mess with either of them.
I suddenly find myself pining for the toilet. Luckily, there are several urinals right around the corner (but they are terribly placed). I notice a small camera on one of them, go ''nuh-uh'', and walk away.

Later on, I'm at my own place. There are three cages stabled on top of eachother, each containing a rodent. The mouse of the lowest cage has gone missing, so I search for it, but to no avail. Later on we find an insane amount of cats in the house, and throw them all out. Suddenly, the mouse becomes visible behind the sofa, and it is pissed. It flies straight at my feet, trying to bite me for some reason. In the end, I think I kicked it to death.
I walk up the stairs, and suddenly I'm in the Venezia-esque place again. Two friends of mine asks ''how're things going down there?'', and my answer becomes the fading of the dream.

After an actual trip to the toilet, I tried WILDing/mantras in bed. After some time I just fell asleep normally.

Dream 3/4 (False awakening and my first real lucid dream):

Stuff happened realy sporadically, and I cannot remember any particular order. I had a false awakening where the clock showed 14:30, yet decided to go to sleep once again to try induce a lucid dream. I fought a huge, black creature in the staircase of a temple/school, fled in a cable car, met my little brother, did all of the things mentioned above again. After the events around me fleeing from the scene started recurring several times, I grew more and more suspicious of my surroundings. In the end, I pinched my nose, and magic happened.

I can't remember all of it, and I had to force my eyes open for maximum effect, but holy heck did everything become really clear and detailed. All my time lucid was spent in a Skyrim-esque dining hall where several people were seated, including various members of my family. The floor was made of solid stone and was decorated by a red carpet. Outside, it was snowing, and I could see the roofs of other old-fashioned buildings/taverns/stores. I have to force my eyes open several times to keep focused as I think of what to do. I pick up a book with a cross from the window sill for another RC. The book has random text all over it, going ''wtbwtbwtb''. Thereafter I walked over to the smörgåsbord and asked my grandmother if I was dreaming. ''Of course not'' she laughed. I raised the book along with my eyebrows, and she admitted it by saying ''ah... okay, then''.

I tried summoning/creating objects and people on the floor, but for some reason found myself unable to. I also considered testing the more... explicit traits of lucid dreaming, but chose not to, partly in fear of the psychological aftermath. I noticed that the food on the table was melting, and as I was about to tell the others, I saw them melting into sand/clay too. My right hand fell of, and the rest of the arm started crumbling as well. I saw this as my subconscious' attempt at throwing me out, so I soldiered on with a will of steel and reversed the process. I couldn't feel anything physically. Shortly afterwards I awoke thanks to my family being noisy. What a night!

I had several other dreams too, but I can only remember their existence.