Fredrik1ST

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.