Lucid Time!

I was driving my dad's car in some urban area. First on an expressway, but later, I got into a more boulevard like area. After awhile I got distracted on my phone and lost control of the car.
The car spun off the road and rolled over into a vacant lot. I knew that I had lost control of the car under my own fault, and it wasn't the accident. So when the cops and my parents showed up at the accident scene a few minutes later, I pretended to be dead so I wouldn't go to jail.

My mom had singed me up to go to some preliminary military school that only lasted for five days. And (enter dream logic) the military school was held in my own bedroom.
I had just woken up on the third day. I had been sick and asleep for the first two days of the school, but now that I was awake, I was expected to be ready for the class.
After I woke up, I was scrambling around my own bedroom with the other students from the class in uniform watching me. I was trying to get my uniform on while being yelled at by the drill instructor.

I was in some subway station, I think in New York. I became lucid somehow. But this wasn't very good lucidity, this was crap lucidity, groggy and not very clear. And that goes for the whole dream. I was lucid, but I sort of had drunken lucidity.
The first thing I can remember after that was Lia was there. She started teaching me something to do with flying in lucid dreams by having me jump between these two platforms in the subway station.
It's a little difficult to describe, but these two platforms were on either side of the train track by the end of the station. (Where the train goes from the station to the more narrow tunnel between stations.) Also, the platforms were quite a bit higher above the train tracks than the station platform.
Anyways, Lia had me fly between the two platforms several times. Eventually the flying power failed. Lia said that it had something to do with the gravity of the dream rather than the powers I was using.
After the power failed, we walked up some stairs into the city. The city had buildings that looked like New York, but it didn't have the feel of being near the water. (Another thing about dreams, I can have a feel for the area even if I don't look at it.) Also, the skyline seemed somewhat sparse. There were only a few tall towers, most of the buildings were very low-lying.
We began walking down the road. I began using voice commands to change the weather. But the problem was whenever I gave a voice command to the weather, it would change to something seemingly random.
For example, If i said the weather should change to rain, I would get snow. If I asked for clear skies, the weather would change to cloudy.
I was trying to get there to be clear skies, because I wanted to experiment with moving the positions of the Sun and Moon in the sky. Eventually I gave up.
I went into some diner and sat down. The diner had the feel of one of those retro kind of diners we rarely see these days. But I didn't sit at the bar, but rather one of the tables on the front side (not all diners have these, only the larger ones.)
The diner had a very dank feel to it. It was dark, and only a few lights were on. I sat down, and a moment later, a faceless waitress gave me a glass of chocolate milk. (my favorite childhood beverage, admittedly, still my favorite beverage.)
Well it wasn't a glass, but rather served to me in some strange thermos container. The lid was a very shallow white plastic cup filled to the brim with chocolate milk. The actual cup was a much deeper chrome cylinder, also filled to the brim.
Given my groggy lucidity, I decided to try and drink the chocolate milk. But I was afraid that since both ends were so full, I used telekinesis to carefully lift the cup up to my mouth and take a sip.
I was able to do this with both the silver cup and the plastic lid, in said order. But after the lid, I had attracted the attention of some other dream characters in the bar who were amazed that I was able to lift the cup with my mind.