false awakening

Last night I had horrible sleep. Slept for only small fragments of time only to wake up either too hot or too cold or uncomfortable. I had vivid dreams, but the last one I remembered, I was following my parents somewhere with my scooter. My mom was driving her sedan. They were already angry with me. Much to my dismay, they took a detour through this sandy forrest and i had to beep for them to stop. Exasperated, they threw a rope out of the window and i grabbed on. They towed me on the scooter for a few miles while i'm panicking because its so heavy and I'm afraid they're going to leave me and i'll be lost. I hooked the rope to the steering wheel. They start going faster, and due to some drastic turn near a hill the rope gets caught on some tree branch high in the sky (obviously the physics don't make sense in waking life). They don't notice and keep driving. I am lifted off the ground towards the tree branch as my parents accelerate. I panick and don't know whether to jump off or to somehow unhook my scooter first. And after what seems like a long hesitation i decide to unhook the scooter, and the scooter and myself falls to the ground. Usually I would wake up at this point. Instead i am pacing back and forth furious with my parents, panicked because I am lost. Eventually, it starts to get dark and my parents come back for me, and they're upset with me and take no responsibility. They ask me what I've been doing, and ask me if I'm drunk, suspecting foul play and debauch. I assure them that I am not. I go home, and go to sleep, depressed, tired, wanting the day to be over. I wake up in some tall bunk bed in a room with manilla white walls. There are other twenty year old men there who all look either indifferent and bored or angry. I am really confused. I have no idea why I've woken up here. I go to the front desk and ask what has happened, and they sternly command me to get some rest. I talk to some of the other guys there and they just smirk at me and use condescending words. It's like they're all referring to some incident that i am unaware of, and nobody actually answers my questions directly. One guy tries to be nice and says "yea, no use worrying about it" and later he says "breakfast will be here soon." I end up talking to one of the nurses, who tells me that i was involuntarily committed. That i had gotten drunk the night before and had gone on a rampage. I try to explain to them that its impossible and that i must have been sleep walking. I smell so bad because i must have put on this hat i left in the garage that actually had a rotten banana underneath it that was starting to ferment. My eyes were bloodshot because i have insomnia and i'm taking sleeping meds which can sometimes make me feel doped up but not sleepy. All of a sudden i realize how absurd i sound, the nurse just looks at me like "yea, that's what a crazy alcoholic WOULD say." I realize that I am an alcoholic and even though I have been trying to stay sober, and even though i don't remember getting drunk or even thinking about getting drunk, i must have done it -- because i'm really sick. I feel guilty and i call my parents who are nearly crying and want to know why i did it. I'm not exactly sure what I did, but they seem distraught and i feel terrible. NExt thing I know, everyone is gone from the psychward/prison, and I walk out the door expecting to be stopped. I walk to the bus stop and everyone looks at me like i'm drunk. I smell like rotten bananas. And i'm stumbling around asking people which direction the bus goes = uptown or to the suburbs, and they're ignoring me. I actually feel drunk in the dream, but not in a good way, i feel depressed and disoriented and uncoordinated and strung out. THat's the last thing i remember