Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I wake up at about 4:00AM and decide to try MILDing. I say to myself that I want to
have a lucid dream but I don't repeat it like a mantra. I think about what it feels like
to be in a lucid dream and let my mind wander. I drift off and have this dream:

I am in a store. My "family" is there with me and some other employees. The store
is being watched by robbers or something and we are defending it. They have tapped
into our security cameras to watch us and we know it. Our leader says "Don't move
eradically or they will know we are aware of their tap. A guy moves and somethings
happens with the camera but the robbers don't notice. "See?" the leader says. We
get everything ready for the invasion then start jumping around to attract the robbers'
attention. I wake up on the couch at home. I get up and have a feeling I am still dreaming
I am also fearing that the robbers are coming. I have to go to the bathroom so I go to the
one off from the kitchen. Afterward, before I leave, I decide to reality check. I stick my
finger through my palm. At first, it won't go through. I try again for the hell of it. It works.
I then look closer and find that it just went between my fingers. I try this several times and
the same thing happens. I think "If it is a dream it is quite clear and vivid." I leave the bathroom
with some sort of porcelain discus in my hand. My mom and dad are in the kitchen. I throw it
and think about it coming back. I am almost making it do so. I do this several more times
making my way to the adjacent dining room. My mom is beside me and my dad across the
table. I turn to my mom and tell her I am dreaming. I would not have been able to do this
otherwise. I give the discus and she tries. I then wake up for real.