Black Panther and Father

My name is Jon and I'm rather new to this stuff. I just experienced a far more wakeful and lucid dream than I ever have before. I am 21 years old as of the 20th of this month, i weigh 130 lbs, am very active, and got to sleep much earlier this night than usual.
I dreamed three separate dreams. There was probably three to five minutes of actual wakefulness between the first two dreams, then 10 minutes between the second and third.
All occurred in the same room which was a room I had as a child from age 1-13 with my current bed and bed placement. *My current girlfriend was also in the bed with me, but she never woke or participated in the dreams. *In all these dreams I am my current age.

Dream one. *I woke in the dark with a presence to my left. *It wasn't unpleasant, but protective. *I looked and sitting on my old childhood bookshelf was a panther looking at me. *I spoke to it calmly and it kind of stalked/walked from the shelf to a window by my bed and left. *I don't remember what I said, but I did not ask t to leave. *It was as if I was talking to an old friend.

The second dream. *I woke with the black panther much closer to me this time. *It's nose was near my head and it was nuzzling me and breathing moist air onto my face (note: I live in Arizona. It is VERY dry here, so moisture is a very distinct feeling). *I got up out of bed and I remember that it had the voice of a kind woman in her mid 50s but it never spoke, just chuckled once or twice as I spoke to it and *it watched me and often gestured with it head. It's mouth hung open with its tongue out much like a large dog might when sitting in front of it's owner. I was able to stroke it's back and it licked me before leaving again through the window. *I do not remember what it said, but I think it was comforting and it was teaching me about the world as I asked it questions conversationally.

Third dream. *I woke with a shadowy figure rummaging through my stuff in the far corner of my childhood room. *I felt threatened, extremely slow, and I couldn't hear anything. *The figure turned, approached the bed, and stood over it. *I rose slowly and attacked it by wrapping my legs around it and grabbing it by the face. *It didn't do anything, and I realized it was my father. *His eyes were closed as if he fell asleep standing up. *I fell sideways from the bed and my father crawled into the bed, still facing me, eyes closed in my place in the bed, mouth slightly ajar. *I tried to explain to him that I couldn't hear anything. *I gestured to my ears and eventually forced myself awake.

Note that my father and I are best of friends. *We have no traumatic family history or dislike of each other. *He is one of my best friends.*As for the Black Panther, I felt close to it, like it was guarding me. The world spirit animal comes to mid.

Ask me anything I may have missed. I'm pretty new at this, but described everything I could remember.