A dark figure

In my recent dreams, I have been trying to meet my dream guide, <PERSON>. I have not successfully met her, but it is at the top of my intention list right now. So today when I had a chance to take a nap, I went for it. I WILDed into the foyer of my house. I knew fairly quickly that I was dreaming. I rubbed my hands to stabilize, and then got down to business. "Vi, my dream guide, I command you to appear. I am ready to meet you. I want you to come here." I turn around to the front door, which has this stained-glass design on it like in real life. Through the glass, I can see someone with brown hair, so I open the door fully expecting Vi. Instead, I opened the door to what can only be described as a mix between <PERSON> from <PERSON> and the Chocolate Factory (post-blueberry) and <PERSON> mom. I was kind of shocked and disgusted. She ran inside, mumbling something about the bathroom. Behind her were two guys with beer bellies and mustaches standing in front of a large trailer parked on my front lawn. They apparently has lost their orchestra instruments in my yard. I helped them find a violin and a cello before finally thinking, "What the heck am I doing? I have lucid stuff to do..." I ran off towards the side of the house. One of the men shouted at me "What are you running for?" That is right, why am I running, when I could be flying. I try to lift off the ground, but for some reason I cannot stay in the air, and fall back down to earth. I kind of got mad, and stopped to do it right. I took a big leap, but again I started to fall out of the air. I quickly flapped my arms once, and that was enough to send me sailing high. I clumsily steered myself over my roof, and then came down hard onto it. Now that I was back by myself, I tried again. "Vi, my dream guide, I need to talk to you. I am ready to talk to you. Please come here." As I was saying this, the day quickly turned to dusk and then to night. The scene started to turn black, but before it went completely dark, I saw the silhouette of a girl with long hair saying something to me that I do not remember now. I woke up back in my bed. I tried to <PERSON>, but I had no luck. Only about 20 minutes had passed, so I had another hour or so until I had to get up. I went back to sleep, but had no more dreams.