Interactive concert, pre-appointment break in, and a desert walk lucid dream

I had another strange lucid dream. Let's hop right in.

In my lucid dream, I was part of a band. We were performing in a concert hall but we were all in different locations. I was in the crowd, one member was backstage and another person was on stage jamming out. The audience was freely moving throughout with us as we danced through the space. I got on stage as the other guy rotated from backstage and quickly jumped out in the audience's seats while the female lead-singer went back stage with our fans. I looked down at my hand and materialized a mic. I started shouting "wooo hooo!" to the rhythm and the crowd instinctively joined me, echoing my call. We all gathered on the crowded stage, dancing and having a good time. And then I woke up.

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Almost immediately, I was back asleep and into another lucid dream. This time I was here at home with my estranged wife. I remember her saying that she had a doctor's appointment and it would take 2 hours. As we planned out our day, there was a knock on the door. I knew it could not be good. The knocks grew louder and the person was yelling profanities. I hurried my wife into the master bedroom. I fell against the door just as the person slammed against it. I reached with my mind and pulled the dresser over to the door. The middle of the door started to crack and splinter as the angry woman began to break through. The dresser vanished as I realized there was nothing I could do. The door disappeared as well. There stood the angry, black woman with dread locks and cinnamon skin. She was portly. Her facial expression was priceless. She yelled, "Scott Smith, don't like you don't know me". I responded, creating truth as I spoke. "Scott Smith!? Are you serious!? I was born in the late 80's not the mid-70's so I assure you, I do not know you". I could feel the words circulating through the narrative of my lucid dream, shaping the outcome. "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else". She then turned and left. I looked over at my wife. She was wearing some skimpy clothes, an overcoat, and a scarf. She had an awesome mohawk and walked out to go to her doctor's appointment. I asked her if that was her new look as she left. No response. My mind wandered.

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I was now in a desert. The sky was cloudless and the wind was still. I looked ahead as the guys in front of me trudged along. I followed pursuit. Behind us there were columns of tanks and trucks. I had no idea why we were walking when we could be in the trucks or tanks. I think I heard a giant projectile coming towards us. I stopped it in the air and sent it back where it came from. There was an explosion in the distance over the sand dunes. The other guys came to a stop, so did I. We started planning out how we would conquer the desert. We also noted that the tanks were just giant targets. We were the weapons in whatever war it was. There were about 10 of us gathered. Some had steampunk projectile weapons, others had swords, and I alone was unarmed. I knew I was the most dangerous one. I was wearing a very clean, loose-fitting gray uniform. We all wore different color uniforms. We fought for ourselves. I woke up. Was that weird?