A false awakening (sort of like a half-lucid dream, but not so fulfilling):
I wake up and draw back the curtains in my bedroom. I see that the street is swarming with people whom I recognise from school. One of them walks up to my front door, and leaves a package on the doorstep. At the same time, I am speaking on my mobile phone to somebody, describing the peculiar scene.
I put on my dressing gown, go downstairs and open the front door. I am confronted by a brown, cardboard box, which I open. It contains an alarm clock-radio, with which I am quite chuffed.
I experiment with the alarm clock. It has a tape player, on which, I note, I can play my flavour-of-the-month Morrissey tape [Your Arsenal]. There are some more buttons on it, one of which causes a small TV to appear. So remarkable is this gift that the 3 inch TV has Teletext.
[I woke up for real soon after, and was disappointed to find that nobody had, in fact, gifted me an alarm-clock.]