The Late, Late, Late Dream with Iamlord

I've just started working on LDing, and seen that keeping a dream journal helps the process. So here it is, I'll update it as soon as I can with the most recent dreams. Dreams from the night before won't be dated, but they will be if I forget to post for a night or something like that. I'll put my first one here since it isn't really a whole dream:

I don't remember much of the dream, but I do remember being on some airport runway and seeing a large man with a shaved head come out of a plane. The man looks at me and says, in a thick eastern european accent, "It got pretty heated, and one of 'em jumped ship, itself making intricate webguides as it fell, a sort of wierd dream guide." I probably could of became lucid after hearing the dream guide part, but I must've missed it.

In this dream I was part of some kind of military squad with some of my younger cousins, and a couple of strangers. We were stationed at home when my aunt managed to get a mentally challenged kid to join the squad. I don't think we ever went on any missions (at least I don't remember going on any missions), but we decided to hold a ceremony for the kid. We were in my aunts kitchen and I watched the strangers and my cousins each take a medal off the table until there was only one left.
I could see one of my cousins eating my Froot Loops in the back of the room. (This should NEVER be done, and would normally get me pretty angry, but it didn't. Perhaps a dream sign?)
My aunt looked at me and I tried to explain that I didn't take the medal because I wasn't comfortable with public speaking and didn't want to make a speech, but my aunt didn't seem to understand. Then this tall, older, military looking man with an odd accent started explaining to my aunt that "[I] don't want to make a speech but [I] still want to do this," and on 'this' he takes the medal and pins it to my shirt (which oddly enough is my high school uniform shirt). I remove the medal and place it on the table, hardly noticing that the pin has left a large hole in my shirt.
I thin realize that my cousins and I are time-travellers. At some point in our lives, we've all gone to an ancient temple and travelled back through time to save the world. I take my youngest cousin and we go to the temple where a time-traveller meeting is taking place. There's an odd, older man in a suit there busting our balls. My sister then decides it's her turn to go back in time, and I tell her not to end up like my younger cousin who managed to point a cannon the wrong way and blow up his castle.

I was some kind of pilot, and I was chilling in the base. Then this really beautiful woman came up to me and told me that she was my wife. I couldn't remember her and she told me that we had both lost our memories of each other, and then she started crying.
Once she told me that she was my wife I realized that she really was my wife, and I actually felt some love for her. I started thinking about the fact that I had spent so long with this woman and now I couldn't even remember her and I started freaking out, and almost cried. I had to actually fight back the tears.
Then Edward James Olmos walked by, and then this other guy. The other guy, who was younger --about my age-- started making fun of the fact that I was kinda crying and that I was freaking out. I attacked him and punched him once when Edward James Olmos stopped me and started yelling at me, really loudly. Turns out that Edward James Olmos was the Admiral and one of my best friends, and he didn't want me hitting my second in command (the other guy). I pushed Edward James Olmos away, and, tears streaming down my face, I told both Edward James Olmos and the other guy that the woman over there was my wife and that I had to do something about our memories.
We then all knew that there was this weird abandoned tower that would give us our memories back, so we went to it. We walked around and it was rundown and abandoned, there where cobwebs everywhere. We went into the basement and actually saw other people there, just running around the basement and it's rooms. We looked inside some of the rooms and all we saw where different types of fruit. One of the rooms had some tables with computers on them.
The computer turned on and it told us that if we wanted to move on we'd have to write a recipe for some kind of multi-fruit juice. My second in command didn't understand and asked me why this would be hard. I told him that we couldn't leave anything out, that we had to write down every single detail, and if anything was left vague, we would fail. Then I woke up.