non-lucid

Last night I had a dream that I was at my mate's friend's house, in his room (I'll call him CS), who I have met once in real life. He lives a little way down south from me. There was a few people there, including CS's Mum, and two kids who seemed familiar, but I can't remember who they were.
They were smoking weed, so I asked if I could join them and they said I could. I asked them if they'd smoked 'chop' before (weed with tobacco) and from what I can remember, the white kid said "no" (there was a white kid and a black kid). I asked if I could have a little bit of bud to chop up with some tobacco and the white kid was hesitant, but said "yep".
I kept sketching out that his Mum was going to come into the room and catch us smoking weed (apparently the White Kid's Mum was CS's Mum as well), so I walked out of CS's room and into the room on the opposite side of the hallway.
CS's Mum was in this room, with two other people I can remember. One of them seemed to be a friend I know in real life. I sat in there for a while and then went back into CS's room when I thought it was safe to start toking :p
I walked out and into another room down the hallway where one of my best friends
was using the toilet in the room next to it. I went into his bag and grabbed out some tobacco. For some reason I stole it instead of asking him, which I would usually do in real life.
I walked back down the hallway to the first room I was in, the two kids were already baked, after one 'cone' or 'bowl' (we were hitting the bong).
I grabbed a bowl off a drawer in the room and tipped the rubber bands that were in it out onto the drawer and put the tobacco under the bed. I started chopping up the weed with some scissors (the scissors I used just happened to be ones that I use regularly in real life). I said to the white kid "I can chop really fast haha" or something along those lines. He told me to stop chopping because he had a faster way to chop it up. I looked at the ground and there was a machine which looked like a smaller version of a tree shredder, it wasn't there when I had entered the room which confused me. Apparently you could put bud in it and it would grind it up for you.
I said "no thanks, I like the feeling of chopping bud up in my fingers" (I really do like doing that in real life). He said "alright" and I continued chopping.
Then I reached under the bed and grabbed some of the tobacco from earlier. For some reason, when I told the two kids I was getting the tobacco, they pulled out three big stones which were shaped like donuts, and said it was "old baccy" (as in tobacco they used to use in the old days before modern tobacco was invented - which doesn't even make sense! :p). I said "no thanks" feeling confused again, and chopped up the tobacco I had with the weed and then woke up.

ALSO: For some reason, my fingers really hurt when I was chopping up the bud, it felt almost real.
I don't understand why I didn't go lucid when so many strange things happened in my dream.