Lucid Time!

So I had some fragment involving the game Borderlands 2. Not sure if I was playing it or warped into the game whereas I was actually experiencing things as the character would in the game, or just dreaming about playing it. (Sometimes when I dream about video games, I get warped into the game and experience things as the character would.)
I was basically in this concrete alleyway with chain link fences set up everywhere. There were various enemies from the game attacking me, and I was progressively switching out weapons experimenting and trying to figure out what was the most powerful. Eventually, I fought my way out into a more natural looking area and was climbing up this hill covered in forest.
The hill seemed to be getting progressively steeper as I climbed up and there was no path. Eventually I began sliding and the soil on the hill wasn't giving me any traction, so I couldn't reach the top. I tried grabbing onto some of the tree roots (because the hill was covered in a dense forest) but it did not really seem to help.

I was doing something with my teacher from my tech school. He was giving me an art lesson and told me that he was drawing the face of his sister with a marker. (I don't think he has a sister in real life though.) Also, we were in the kitchen dining area of my own house, that was kind of weird.
He told me that I had to draw exactly what he drew, and that I was not allowed to lift my maker off the page, nor was I allowed to look at my page. He started drawing, and I tried to follow him as best I could while abiding by the rules.
When we had finished, he told me to look at the face I had drawn. It was surprisingly correct given the challenge in drawing it. The nose looked large and distorted, and the face looked very masculine. (Keeping in mind we were drawing a female.)
His face looked somewhat distorted. The one that he had drawn has large poofy lips and ears. In both of our drawings the hair looked exceptionally bad.

I had some dream that my dad had picked me up from school. He picked me up in this full size green van that my family owned when I was a kid.
Apparently he wanted to have some kind of father-son bonding experience with me, because he said that we were going to the corner store to get some junk food. Then we were going on a father son fishing and camping trip.
We drove to a corner store that I was not familiar with. The building was a small strip of stores with this kind of spanish style construction, the kind with stucco walls ceramic roofing tiles that are the color of plant pots.
But my dad drove the van in through the double doors and pulled into the shop. The shop was just big enough for the van to fit inside without hitting any of the shelves. The store clerk, who was a young woman, got really angry with my dad for driving his van into the store.
My dad reached out of the window and into the refrigerator and took a bottle of Gatorade. He wrote the word "ID" on it in black sharpee. He grabbed another one, a different flavor, and wrote the word "EGO" on it. I was expecting him to take a third bottle and write "SUPEREGO" but rather I woke up from the dream at that point.

I do not understand what any of my dreams mean right now. Its just a blur.