Three lucid dreams last night.
First I became lucid in a regular dream and fought Revolutionary War-era British soldiers with a saber in my back yard. I killed a few of them.
The dream started getting weird. People would disappear before I stabbed them, stuff didn't work, and I sensed I was about to wake up, so I closed my eyes and spun around. After a few turns the floor disappeared, and I fell, landing on my bed. I knew I was going to be in a scary dream, so I just stayed there trying to wake myself up. I couldn't seem to force myself to wake up, so I just closed my eyes. There was this freaky clown imprinted on the inside of my eyelids, and then when I opened them a hand came out from under my blanket and started scrabbling around, and I woke up. After a little bit of calming down I went back to sleep and had a normal dream. When I woke up, I didn't move and started imagining Spongebob talking on the phone. He was saying all this bizarre stuff and sure enough I had a WILD.
This one wasn't scary, but it only lasted a little bit. I got out of bed and walked into the living room. My whole family was there, and I told my dad it was a dream. He didn't believe me, but I asked him if he had any profound truths for me anyway. He said "I dunno, purple?" so I decided I'd have better luck asking non-family dream characters. In the background my grandpa was having a phone conversation with God. My dad wouldn't let me go outside, he grabbed my arms and held me back. I tried to pull away and found myself awake. Darnit.