Reading With My Eyes Shut

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

So I wake up to make 6 hour alarm as usual. I realise quickly that I'm far too sleepy to try WILD. I can't focus on anything. Being in this drowsy state, I never think of getting up and waking up.

I have a short dream. In the dream I'm in bed still. My parents are talking to me about how It's very late, and I'm going to be late for school. I wake up quickly, very relived that didn't actually happen.

I get back to sleep, and I have the almost exact same dream as before. I wake up, relived again.

I'm standing at an airport runway. To my left is the youtuber "T2." Suddenly, a plane appears out of nowhere and land on the runway. I notice that it's going very fast, and it's just landed at the very end of the runway. The plane makes a loud and sharp turn to the left. A few moments later, it crashes head-first into a building in the distance. I can't see the front of the plane, but I can see it explodes. The entire plane is on fire. The fire is abnormally bright. T2 makes some rude remark about the event, and then the dream ends.

I'm in a room, sitting on an old upright piano. To my right is an old-fashioned lift. To my left is a movie set similar to Star Wars.
A man walks in. He has a short beard and read hair. I know that he's a big time actor. He begins talking about how the lift is actually real. Some people (including myself) don't really believe him. I believe him a few moments later, when suddenly I get the feeling that the room suddenly moved (like when a lift does). Silly dream logic.
The man starts talking about acting. He says something about how he used to have to kiss an overweight girl who didn't like him.

A new dream begins. In this dream I'm in a grey room. The carpet is similar to mine.It is very long and narrow. The room is filled up with chairs just like a theatre: higher chairs at the back, and lower ones up front. Behind me to the left is a Japanese kid, who is also named Matt. At one point I looked at him.
At the front of the room is a small stage for people to stand. There is a teacher standing there. She is holding lots of bags. Each bag is filled with lots of small chocolate sweets. Apparently they are for a very hard school project. I'm now at the very bottom of the room. At the very bottom are two beds. Both are bunk beds. I'm sitting in one. I'm happy because nobody can see me from here.
The teacher (who is female) now takes me into the other room. Annoyed, she asks me why I didn't receive a bag. I respond by saying each time I got mine, it turned out to be for another Matt. After all this the teacher started going on about something else I've forgotten. She accepted this, and I went back into the bed.
There was a middle-aged teacher (male) standing on the stage now. He put a white metal shelf filled with valuables on the stage. A kid named Dale.C for some reason, ran straight into it. I was surprised nothing fell off. Around this time, a girl my age walked down all the chairs, across the stage and out the room completely naked. A few people yelled out childishly at her. I just looked away. This happened more than once.
The male teacher was in front of me now. He was standing in front of a small table. On the table was one of those tools you use to see if a surface is level. I was very long, red and was bent at one point, pointing up. He called me by a nickname I hate, and he asked me to help him click it into place. I'm holding it and I just can't seem to manage. I tell him I'm no good and this stuff and sit down, slightly embarrassed. He keeps calling me that nickname, but nobody laughs. A large student then jumps on the tool. I can't remember what he did to it though.
There's another kid on the bed with me now. He shows me how to fold the quilt. The quilt is black and has the texture of a sleeping bag. I thank him. That's all I remember from the dream.

I'm somewhere outside my local milk bar. There are lots of black people around me, all of them wearing black clothes made of leather. For some reason I just know they're trolls (like internet trolls, but in real life), and they're about to troll the milk bar. I go into the milk bar. There are about 5 of them walking around, one of which is a girl. I expected there to be more. One of them walks into a room he's not supposed to be in. There's an Asian substitute worker there. She seems overwhelmed, and she doesn't know how to deal with all of them.
I grab a big blue bar of chocolate and some sort of drink. I ask the lady how much it will all cost, and she says something like, "2 dollars in English pound, 4 dollars 53c in Australian currency." I figure I have about 70c to spare. I look around asking how much everything costs. I want to buy the best item worth 70c. I end up buying a strange twisted light pink strap.
I notice my blue chocolate bar is already open and some blocks are missing. I go to replace it with a new one, and wonder if it's rude to do so. I pass one of the trolls who is about my age, and we laugh about something. I walk up to the counter and turn in all the stuff I want to buy. I take out a pile of coins and realise that most of them are English coins (I live in Australia). I try to read them, but they're in a language I've never seen before. I apologise to her, and she tells me I have to put one item back. I look down to find I have about 3 different drinks. I don't remember buying any of them. I can only keep one. She suggests I keep the orange one. I agree, but I still don't have enough. I ended up having to pay her back. I say I'll promise to remember to pay her back, because if I don't I'd feel very guilty and bad.

Sorry for the wall of text. I had to write this down on my iPod when I woke up, and again just now. Painful.