A very tall figure

Dream date: 2.13.2011 I was at a movie screening with my dad who has passed. I realized that since he was alive, I must be dreaming and ran over to him to capitalize on the opportunity to talk to him. He immediately became lifeless. He was awake, but no mind. The realization that he was actually dead took away his life in my dream. Realizing I was in a dream, I decided to find a girl. I then started flying to a new place. These are my two favorite things to do in my dream, and I used flying to find a girl. The flying was great. I focused on the landscape. I flew over large clearings and avoided the dense trees. Sometimes I would have to navigate dense brush. Sometimes I can barely stay afloat, but I was very successful in regaining strength in flight. I ended up finding a girl and having a very good time for what seemed a fair amount of time. I ruined it when I tried to get another girl to join. We touched fingertips, but I could not pull her in. That was the end of that. I started waking up. Oh no! I tried to get back into it. I think you call it WILD. Well, it worked, and I started flying again. It rates a close second to sex. I flew searching for a building with a door to go through. Instead, I ended up in Mario Brothers land and quickly left! I started looking for a building with a door again. I was in Disney land or something and there were all these food kiosks. I finally found the door, landed, and went through. I found an unattractive girl, and went on. I then found a very pretty girl and I made something else very nice happen. I love when I can do that. Any way, eventually that ended and I started trying to get it back in my dream. In search of, I started flying. I got confused in my efforts, so I ended up flying all over trying to find a girl. Instead, someone else found me and took offense at me. He pulled out a gun. Maybe that was triggered by the fact that I have been looking for a gun lately. Anyway, in my dream I said, "Oh, I do not want any part of that!" but then I said, "No, I can handle this" or something like that. Right then, I thought about the task of the month, but it was for a past month. It was to be struck by lightning and to become a giant and to crush a city. I started thinking a mix of the lightning task but turned that into letting the guy shoot me through the palms. I knew that was wrong, so I forgot about it. I was into my dream anyway, but it was really cool to remember that I had a task to complete. What a freaking trip. The guy with the gun ended up shooting the gun unloading about 5 rounds and I started dodging them like Neo in The Matrix. The bullets were coming at me in slow motion because I believed they would. I started to fly away and a guy who was about 8 or 9 feet tall could almost grab me. I flew up, but not much. I was really heavy and worried. That is about where my dream ended. It was really awesome to be in such control. I have noticed that my dad is a trigger for me to realize I am in a dream.