Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious

The scene is at my high school football stadium. We drive over there and at some point do some drugs. The drugs were like little leaves like herbs in a sense. My view starts to skip like a CD skipping on a track, I start to see my view again and again several times. I'm at some point in a van with Ying in the middle seat looking at her body.
There were other parts of the dream where we're in the school. It's either really early morning or classes are ending, there's a huge commotion.

I'm on an exotic trip in another country. The scene is this massive football/soccer field thing. In the right corner there's a trampoline. I know my friend Alex b. is there. Someone tells me that a guy had done too much drugs and he's now too stoned to come along on the tour with us. He's stuck in the trampoline. My vision had gone there and around this place but I can't remember what we were doing.

I'm riding in the back of a van. We were at a place in the previous part of the dream but now we are going back to someone's house. The premise is I'm supposed to babysit Moo's sister's two kids. We are in the van and I'm thinking about how I'm going to take care of them. The kids are in the passenger seat and right side seat of the van, at times they are looking back at me and laughing madly. There was at some point three one them.
We get to a house which is at the KC middle playground. We're inside and I'm trying to figure out when to wake them up. Someone tells me it's 6:39 and 6:40. So I have a blackboard in front of me writing out those times. I was thinking about how I'd wake one up, wait a minute and then wake the other up. We were upstairs at this time, there was stairs leading up higher to a room which was wide and didn't have much in it, I think it was Kristen's room. We go outside to the backyard where we're playing some sort of basketball game. There's a bunch of aggressive guys out there with us. I start to threaten to call the cops on them. I was getting very angry, I really never get this angry IRL. The ball bounces away from the hoop and I go get it. There's a guy in my face and I'm screaming that I'm going to call the cops or at least I'm thinking it in my head. I think the guy ends up tackling me.