Retribution

Why you should NEVER live in New Orleans-
So I found myself living in a run-down version of my current house. My entire family was there, and my mom said we were living in New Orleans. Then all of a sudden it got dark out, and out of nowhere, people surrounding the house started firing at us. We all dove to the ground and trying to not get hit. However, my mom got hit. This went on for what seemed like hours. They tore down entire walls with bullets and it was a miracle we were alive. So the next day we set out rebuilding our house and then suddenly it was nightfall. As soon as I saw it was dark I hit the ground and, sure enough, they came back and were shooting at our house. Almost nothing was left that time, but then all of a sudden:
I found myself in completely 1st person. It felt really weird all of a sudden, and then I realized I was lucid. First lucid ftw? I looked in the closet next to me and found a rifle and my ghillie suit (Note: I actually own a ghillie suit. It was a gag gift that is a ton of fun) But as soon as I got my suit on, I felt myself falling back into the dream. I tried to stay lucid but I couldn't, and before I knew it I was back into the dream again.
So then I found myself outside of my house, plotting revenge on the shooters. It seems they terrorized not only our house, but a HOUSE OF ORPHANS. Can I really dream of bad guys or what? So I begin planning how to get rid of them. I found a little blue print which explained that there was either two ways I could get rid of them and leave New Orleans. I could either 1) Agitate a giant dragon (Which apparently, there's one in new orleans) and get it to follow me to their hideout, and then burn it down or 2) Get into the hideout and attempt to trick one of the guards, then set a bomb in there and leave. I opted for plan number two, and asked my dad what he though. The weird thing was, I was talking to Queen Zukin on my laptop and he came over just as she said something that isn't quite family appropriate. So I never got his help. Right after that I woke up.

Hotdogs hate me (But I still love them)(Frag):
All I remember in the dream was I was attempting to eat hotdogs but every time I attempted to eat one it would shoot out of my mouth. I went through at least 20 hotdogs trying to eat just one. Pretty sure I was at a barbaque.