Last night I had the longest lucid dreams ever, they were perfectly vivid and I had full control. I was at my old house, dinner was being cooked, it was being cooked in the fridge though and the food looked very strange. I was drawing at the table, I stood up and looked over at my multiple pieces of art work in amazement.
Later that day I was in town buying a keyboard, as I was walking home with it two people pushing a pram were standing on the power lead of it on purpose to stop me from moving. My dad was with me and saw what was happening, he said he would take care of it.
Suddenly my dad throws a watermelon at the back of the two peoples leg, they run away but come back with guns to chase me and my dad.
We cleverly run around in a maze of streets and escape them. I see a house with a light on, I climb through the window and watch tv inside for ages. I decide to go to bed , my bedroom is crazy and full of strange things, a cat is lying on my bed but its fur looked like a comic strip. I started getting flashes of myself growing as an old man and dying, I wanted to see it, to see my face grow old and then die.
It was a very strange night ,the dreams were so detailed.