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First off, I should explain a couple of things about Dink Smallwood - it is a free-to-download computer game created by a guy named <PERSON> - who put himself in as the main villain at the last level. He is kind of known for his evil sense of humor. The dream starts, as far as I can remember, in the game. Everything looks like the game - not at all realistic, and I am viewing myself from above - but it feels real to me. As I enter the final dungeon, the floor starts falling out. I tell myself that it is normal for the game, but now that I wake up, I know it was not. Somehow the dream shifts without me knowing it. I am in a walled area instead of a dungeon, and I am seeing though my eyes instead of above. Everything is realistic now, too. I just could not tell the difference. To my right, a door opens and a few people walk through. I think they were both girls, but I cannot be sure. They were not really part of the dream. We are in a house that is fairly good sized, considering it is in a densely packed neighborhood in a city somewhere. The people explain that I was in a virtual reality program - like a holodeck from Star Trek, if you are familiar - that was being controlled by <PERSON>, the creator of the game. I met <PERSON> (at this point, I was pretty fangirlish. Part of my dream, because I am not actually that big a fan of Dink Smallwood, so meeting <PERSON> would not be that big a deal) and watched him with another game he was working on. I honestly do not remember what else passed before the rest of the dream, but my sister popped up, and one of the girls was revealed to be a friend of hers that I know in real life. <PERSON> left the room where he was working and came out, doing something with this giant keyboard-thing he carried everywhere. It pretty much controlled everything in the house. Then there was a slightly boring period that I do not remember well. My dreams do that a lot - slip away in pieces. The next thing I remember is being attacked by a whole bunch of, like, Arab raiders or something, complete with curved swords and facial covers. Everyone in the house was busy fighting. That was when I realized I was dreaming, and started to control it. Oh man, it was so fun. I never have lucid dreams. Sometimes I realize when I am dreaming, but I can never remember to try controlling it. I stopped the swords before they could do anything and immobilized the attackers. Then, of course, I lost the thought that it was all a dream. It was fun while it lasted. We (we being my sister and me) left the house - returned once because we had forgotten something - and suddenly I was back in the game, in a level I had never seen before. My father was there too, watching. He was the only realistic looking thing in the game. Then I woke up. I got up, changed into my clothes, went to have breakfast. Then I woke up. I hate "dreams within dreams" but at least the lucid part was fun, if brief.