StonedApe

I was in my kitchen. My mom was arguing with my brother, trying to get him to do his homework. I was really irritated because I wanted them to be quiet. Then I remembered the reason I wanted them to be quiet was so that I could get back to sleep. I stuck my finger through my hand and became lucid. I walked toward the front door. I noticed it was locked but I just opened it as if it wasn't. I walked south. There were a bunch of people outside, more than I had ever seen in real life(I realize now that this happens a lot in my dreams). I tried to pull a cigarette case out of my pocket but it wasn't there. I tried all my pockets(my mind was moving to fast to really focus on the task). Then I saw Ian. I said Ian, do you still have my cigarettes. He said yeah and threw a pack at me. It went out of my line of sight and when I looked where they were there was just a cellophane wrapper floating in the air. I asked him where they went and he threw them to me again, the exact same image, but this time straight to me and I caught them. I was close to bancroft which was a blur of speeding cars and I turned around. I opened the pack and saw many different kinds of cigarettes, but no weed. I didn't really want a cigarette so I just kept throwing them out looking through the pack. Then I saw a car and decided I wanted to see what it would be like to get hit by a car. I ran at it as fast as I could but I wasn't fast enough and it was gone. I looked through the cigarettes more, don't remember anything else.