Fighting like Ducktales

In the beginning of my dream, I was out somewhere close to what seemed to be the Augusta medical center. I remember taking hold of some sort of balloon and flying over the medical center. As I looked down, I could see into the main "hall" or whatever, where it was like the ceiling was made of glass (which I think it is in the actual center).

As I looked down into the glass encasement, I realized it was night time, or getting close to, and I saw several streams of what looked like white Christmas lights light up within the building. At first I had some sort of fear of this, but it soon dissipated. The lights were strung from the middle of the room, like they were coming from a chandelier, and I think that they either came on as I flew over head, or they did some sort of flickering on and off as I approached or soon after I had landed.

When I "got out" of the balloon, or whatever I was in, I ended up going into this building. After I got in there, it somehow felt like my old bedroom in Mike's (former step-father) house (the one above the downstairs bedroom, the one in the back) although it looked like some sort of room full of rock cliffs and such.

I ended up running around, and Matthew (brother) was in there, but he somehow looked like some evil character from Ducktales. In fact, he looked like one of the ducks, although he wasn't happy at all. Eric (brother) and the other kids my mom used to babysit were there, too, and Eric was trying to blow Matthew up with stuff. One of the things he was trying to use was an exploding basketball. I think he got him once towards the beginning of the whole thing, but soon after that, every time he'd throw the ball at Matthew, or on the ground near him, the ball wouldn't explode. It was almost like the ball had to be thrown with a certain force to explode.

Finally after chasing Matthew around all over the place with this ball, at one point Eric and I were up on top of this ledge (about where the closet was in that room) and he threw the ball at Matthew, and it exploded. It didn't hurt Matthew, really. It just took him out of the "game", I think.

Either way, mom got really mad at Eric, and she called him downstairs and made him go into the kitchen. When he went in, he went under the table "like he was supposed to", and sat there holding on to the middle leg(s) of the table. Finally he had to come out and talk to mom about what he had done, and he started to cry just as he was coming from under the table. He was really worried about mom being super mad at him, although I'm not sure what he was afraid that she was going to do to him.

So when he came out from the table, I gave him a big hug and hold him that it was going to be okay, and that mom wasn't going to do anything "bad" to him because of it. He seemed very comforted by this, and so he went to talk to mom.