the third-world scout

i awaken in a phone booth. i rub my hands and walk forward into a huge tunnel. i head over to on of the sloping walls and lay down to do the twin positions. i am really tired. i was actually tempted to not become lucid... when i wake up a second or two later, im in the same spot - it kind of looks like im sitting under an overpass in the city. i go through a door, trying to be inconspicuous. now im in a huge place. it's vaulted everywhere, and has white stucco walls. i try to start pulling myself places with my navel center, but i dont feel any energy there and instead i fall flat on my face....LOL.
i give up and figure the only thing i can do is talk to the inorganic beings. i find one, and when i ask to see its energy, it disappears right in front of me. i find another one, and this one is different from the other ibs i've met. i ask her if she is an inorganic being again, just to be sure, and she replies that she is a "third world scout". there is something softer about her..... closer to sympathy or something. something more human-feeling. i ask her if she will take me to her world, and she says "no."  when i ask her why, she tells me that i am already in her world. i then ask her what the inorganic beings want from me.... and she takes on a slightly different attitude - like someone who is trying to a child how good peas really taste.. she starts stroking my face and replies, "oh, you know.... run redemptions... that sort of thing."  i have no idea what this means, but i know by now that the ibs have their own language, and the words we think we hear don't always mean what they think they ought to. i figured i'd find out more later.... but at least now i know they want me to work for them. after that, i asked her what i ought to do within my life in order to become better with dreaming, and she said that i needed to find the right balance of my energies. i think i asked her to be more specific, but she said that she really couldn't because she'd never had to do this - that she'd always been the way she was. i asked her what her name was, and she told me. this whole time, she is speaking into a hand recorder - which is probably because i wanted to remember everything she was saying. after this, she pretty much just stopped talking and laid there on her little bed, still and staring. i take the recorder and start trying to play it back, and the voices sound really distorted, but the conversation is there. i leave her there and go on through the dream, but the rest is unimportant.