Reoccuring House of Imagination/Paradise Island

In just one night, I had encountered two individual dreams.

Dream 1:

This dream begins in a place that of which I had always believed to be real in reality, which unfortunately I was proven to be wrong. I had visited this specific dream place in past dreams, only to understand by this most recent dream of how it was only my own imagination that had created this fake, remarkable world. Unknowingly at the time, I had before believed this location, which had the appearance of a tall house that was owned by an unknown ancestor of mine, was just plain extraordinary. Such a place consisted of upside-down staircases, numerous holes that were meant to crawl through to enter another room, and heaps of many people and toys.

So this current dream begins with me in this peculiar house, only to find it empty of kids which was not seen as before. Then came the appearance of my friend, Brendon, asking him absent-minded questions.
"You know of this place too?!?" I asked excitingly.
"Duuuh!" Exclaimed Brendon.
We explored this home, until I woke up...

...only to find myself falling asleep again a few minutes later...

Dream 2:

Before explaining where this dream will take place, I will first describe the battlefield of a previous video game I had been recently playing, "Paintball Paradise".
The game takes place on a single island, that inlcudes steep hills and a giant mountain in the center. Along the sides laid the beach sand, and further out, water surrounding the whole island. The objective of the game was to be armed with weapons and to shoot your abnormal looking opponents.

Yes, I had dreamed I was situated in this place of virtual water and land. Instead of the normal look, I was equipped with a soldier's uniform, loaded with my own automatic weapon. With me was some random soldier, thought to be new at fighting and all this danger. He stood there holding out a shotgun. Investigating the island, my partner had reported for help. I arrived having in sight of this man trying to hold off these white, horned creatures with his shot gun. Guiding him, we managed to take out a majority of them, which was when I woke up

Lucid Dream #2 (Taking Flight)

It happened to be a failure...I'll explain why.

Dream:

It was evening, and I was located outside accompanied by some guy. I knew who he was during the dream, but I lost my memory after a future incident (We'll get to that later). For some reason that I could not recall, I had told him, "I know we're in a dream". The first thought running through my mind was my craving to fly. I lifted off the ground and flew around the nighttime sky. The man who had been with me had disappeared as I soared up into the air. It was a magnificent feeling, with air rushing through my face and the very beautiful view. However, it must have been at least eight seconds until I knew I was starting to lose this ability. My vision started to fail, my sense of touch and feeling had began to drift away. It was a very depressing moment, this shift of dream world to reality. I had finally experienced what I had wanted to do this whole year, only to encounter it in the shortest amount of time. When it was clear to me that I was awake, I had in vision of my own mom proceeding to wake me up.

Better luck next time.