Slim Pickens

I had some kind of office job, and i met a new guy there who looked like a marine. He had a really nice car, like a 2006 BMW or something, and he let me borrow it for some reason. Some random chick (not hot) got in as soon as i did, and she was having some problems, so i was gonna give her a ride home. Instead, i drove the car to the beach and hung out with some people for awhile. I had a bunch of stuff in my hands (like some crappy DVDs), so i decided to go check on the car, and put the stuff in it. I was a bit worried because it seemed like a bad neighborhood, and i couldn't remember locking the car. Sure enough, when i got to the parking garage, the car was gone. I started to panic because i was responsible for that guy's car, and i had no idea how i was ever going to pay him back for it. I also wondered how i was going to get home, because i was about 45 miles from my house. I thought about calling the police, and i tried to think of what i would tell them, but i realized that i didn't even know the owner of the car's name. Also, i'm terrible with cars, so i wouldn't even be able to tell them what kind of car it was. I decided this had to be a dream, so i started to try and wake myself up. When i realized i was indeed waking up, i thought, "no! go back! go lucid!" I tried to get back in the dream to start flying around, but i couldn't see anything. I wasn't able to fly, but i was able to jump off of two walls facing each other to get really high, but then the dream just faded. I faded back into the dream, and i had forgotten about trying to fly, but i still had a slight sense that i was, in fact, dreaming. Somebody was talking to me about the car, and it sounded like there were some bad people that were after it. He also mentioned a rocket. I was relieved to see the car back in the parking garage, but there were two people inside it, and another near it. I didn't know what to do, but i suddenly found myself riding a rocket out of the parking garage, and i was going to follow the railroad tracks all the way home. I found it difficult to steer, especially to gain altitude, and the craft was pretty slow for a rocket, but i still felt that i had enough fuel to get home as long as i could keep the thing in the air. I had to dodge a couple trains as well as some kids playing on the tracks. I started to get the hang of controlling the rocket, but to no avail. I got knocked off the rocket while i was trying to fly through some sort of Christian Children Center. It seemed to be a place were abused or under-privileged children could go to get help. I was being shown around the place, and i woke up while i was inside.