non-lucid

I'm dreaming (non-lucid) that I'm having a sleepover with a couple of friends of mine.
Not doing anything special, except practicing a few MMA moves with one of my friends, we decide to call it a night.
I lay down in my bunk-bed and go to sleep. Now I start dreaming that I'm walking around in the city with a cigar.
I walk for quite a long time, smoking my cigar and looking a the big crowds of people walking past.
Suddenly it starts raining an my cigar starts to melt, as if it was made of chocolate. As I'm smoking my now melting cigar, I fall down this hill. The crowds of people start laughing, but my only concern was to get my cigar to light up.
I wake up, however, I'm still in the room were I started. My friends are sleeping and I wake one of them up to tell him my dream.
Can't remember how it ends from here, I either start dreaming something else and not remembering it or I just wake up.

Walking through an ally with a couple other people.
A man with long black hair dress with a long black coat and chains appears in front of us a few few yards away.
Suddenly he attacks. The person beside me gets hit and a second later I too get get hit.
I fall to the ground. sand covers my face. I manage to roll out to the side.
I see the chain with some sort of blade is stuck in my shoulder. I pull it out.
A moment later the man walks up to one of the people I was with, who is uninjured.
The man turns, looks at me and say "you may not yet take this path".

I get my gun out from the ships guns locker.
As I fiddle around with it, it dissembles itself and falls to the floor.
I try to put it back together, but the more I try, the more it falls apart.
I become lucid and I remember another of the many thing I have to try and do while being lucid. Contacting another dreamer/sharing a dream.

I call out to a person of whom I have in the past already chosen as the recipient (due to his experience and openness).
I call out a second time, but this time as loud,strict and determined as I can.
It could of been a number of reasons why my dream was now hazy. Maybe because of the amount of energy I put in my voice. Or because the dream was becoming unstable.

I hear some sort of loud response, as if an annoyed person shouted "What?!" to me.
A moment later a kind of silhouette appeared in front of me. If it was in fact the person I had been trying to contact, or a manifestation of my mind, I don't know.

I proceeded to ask questions like "who are you", "what are you" and for some reason "what is going to happen".
He answered the last question with calm words. Unfortunately, I don't remember what these words were. Even though I specifically told myself to remember.
As he answered me I felt a cold breeze , his face revealed itself in a flash and I wake up