Mystycal

On my third night of attempting to get back into LD'ing, I had a lucid, how fortunate. It seems everytime I want to get back into it it happens quicker than last time.

First Fragment

All I remember from this dream is I think I lost a bet... and thus ended up marrying my girlfriend's best friend against my will. Thank God my parents weren't at the ceremony, I can't imagine what they'd do to me. I'm 17 after all.
I remember a very small chapel, with only a few pews and my "bride's" family sitting in them all happy. The dream luckily ended before anything happened.

Second Fragment

I was in some grey, scary Cathedral thingy and a ghost DC was trying to teach me how to fly; it's a wonder I didn't become lucid.

Lucid Dream

Me and my siblings were in some kind of haunted house... and we had guns. I had a very light hunting rifle, which, obviously, didn't work, as is normal in my dreams. But the things I killed in my dream pretended it worked, so it's alright. I can't remember exactly what I was killing but I remember cautiously approaching doors and throwing them open to see if I could shoot at anything inside. For some reason at some point I had left my rifle on a cupboard and went to get medical supplies, of which there were many in the first room of the house. Once I returned I couldn't find my rifle, so I picked up a revolver... but then found my rifle on the cupboard where I left it (damn reappearing rifles) and picked it back up, leaving the revolver.
At that point the dream setting had changed into my house in Poland. I went back into the bathroom and there were little green aliens everywhere, and I began shooting them even though they did nothing to harm me. Then I went outside.
I can't remember whether this one's a continuation of the previous fragment or a standalone dream. I became lucid in my house in Poland in the doorway to my sister's room and immediately stabilised by crouching and feeling the floor and doorway and looking around drinking every little detail in. The dream wasn't too vivid, but it was quite clear. I then proceeded to walk out into my back garden with the intention of flying, but I couldn't rise above a metre from the ground. So, running through my house I threw my front door open, with the intention of seeing a sunny beach and effectively teleporting there. Nope, my dream wasn't having any of that either, but I decided not to waste time and continue to my front gate. I tried to phase through it - dream control fail yet again, so I climbed over it.
I went down the road to my right in the hope of finding a DC to have a meaningful conversation with about my subconscious, like I've been meaning to do. Halfway down the road the dream wavered and flickered off, I think I woke up briefly, but upon falling back asleep it continued where it had left off. I knew I didn't have much time left of dream time because when I woke up earlier before this whole dream, it was already about 8 o'clock, whereas I had to get up at quarter past. I found this very pretty woman going home with her shopping and made my mind up.
I followed her and, recalling the passive control technique, asked for an interview as a professional reporter. She invited me in and we sat down to talk. I only managed to ask her how she was though before my dad burst into my room, rolled up the curtain and told me to get up, naturally interrupting my nice dream. GodDANGIT.

The end.