Lucid Time!

I am having some dream about being on a tropical island. I am supposed to be exploring, looking for the best sand dune (dream sign), for some reason, I think I was doing some kind of project for a travel agency where I was supposed to photograph a beach with a nice sand dune in the background.
There was a very weird part of the dream where It became nighttime was OOB and looking at myself. Bicolored eyes: check. My hair was weird in this one, it was stripey. Parts of it were a light brown and others black. Even though I was OOB, my body had a mind of its own, and said something like 'I look like a stripey cat!'
It became daytime once more, and at one point, I decide (with it being a hot, tropical day) that I should take a break from trying to find the best sand dune and go swimming. I get into the water. I see a family (including Manei) swimming in the water. At first, I assume they will just ignore me, but then, her mother comes over.
"Puedes Habla Espanol?"
"Ah... Un Poco."
The entire family begins swimming to shore.
She then repeats some question several times until after we have made it to shore. The dream translates to a feild, surrounded on all sides by trees. I become fully lucid.
Manei's mother is there, still asking me that weird question. I don't know what she's saying, but I know it's a question. I kept saying something like "No habla espanol, por favor" when she was clearly not speaking spanish anymore. I tried asking her to say whatever she was asking more slowly.
As we continued talking, the dream began to change from the beach to a clearing in the forest. The area felt vaguely familiar, but it looked unrecognizable.
Manei says something to her mother in the indecipherable language. Somehow, even though I didn't know the language, I knew what she was asking; for her mother to leave.
The two of us sit down and face one another. Oh, yeah and this is Manei we're talking about, the world's weirdest dream guide. So she changes her form into a very young version of me, like about five, and starts ripping up handfuls of grass and eating it. I try and think to remember what I wanted to ask her, worried that I wouldn't remember why I pushed for a lucid. But I remember easily.
"So I already know your name. What is my dream name?"
Her voice changes over. Hearing her voice out of the mouth of a five year old boy is hysterical. "It translates to 'Letting my friends go down alone.'"
Okay. Negativity. That voice isn't funny anymore.
Okay... I probably should have asked why my dream-name has such a negative translation, but I had another, more important question. I can't remember exactly how this part of the discussion was worded.
I reminded her of when I first started lucid dreaming, and told her about how my dreams back then seemed much less cloudy and confusing. Now they seem sort of glitchy and disjointed. I carried to to ask her about why I no longer dream about 'typical' situations such as appearing somewhere nude or being late to class that I used to get lucid in all the time.
"Well it's because me and the others don't trust you very much, and we don't want you coming here too often." (She shoves a big mouthful of grass into her mouth and smiles.)
She starts talking in that 'language of thought' to explain this sort of barrier thing that makes it harder and harder for people to lucid dream by making them more and more distracted in their dreams. Apparently this can go up in levels, and I was at level 12. Apparently the barrier serves a dual purpose for me, and is also used like 'weighted belt' training for lucid dreaming, but 'They' were using it to lock me out this whole time, constantly raising the bar so I would always be struggling to LD. She also eluded to the idea that one day, she would remove it and I suddenly be having these amazing lucid dreams.
"Wait... what? I've been with you for three years and you don't trust me? And you and some others are stopping me from getting lucid because of it?"
I talk continue to her with thoughts: You've done nothing but trust me for three years. When did I ever indicate that I couldn't be trusted? What does this even have to do with anything? Who's 'We'? Why is my dream-name so negative?
"You gotta help me get lucid again (more easily) so we can sort all this out. Deal?"
She glitches back to her original form, and looks at me reluctantly. The dream is fading now. Before it fades, I say in thought: How am I supposed to fix this if you hinder my very presence? She goes in to shake my hand and the dream fades out.

Spoiler for Attempting to make sense of this (I fail):

Now I could go on forever about this dream, but I can sum it up rather easily:

This conversation makes no sense in the context of the last 150+ lucid dreams I've had in the last four years. That was totally out of left field, not what I expected at all, going into this. (Okay, the part about the 'Weighted Belt' thing makes sense, but basically nothing else.)
What I don't get was why Manei was suddenly so reluctant to trust me? She's basically been by my side in everything that I wanted to do, and given every indication that I was doing the right thing.
Bottom line is: She's my dream guide! If you're not telling me that you or some other DC is having trust issues with me, you have to help me fix it! That's like the first thing on your job description: Helping me.
Not only that, but if there is a problem, don't shut me out of my dreams with your magic training barrier or whatever. No! HELP me get lucid, so I can work on the problem in my dreams! That is the most counterproductive you could possibly do! You can't elude to some problem that I am a major player in, then shut me out of it!

That, or maybe this is all some stupid test or something formulated by her. Manei has been known to teach me things in weird ways like this. When I think about it, that's really the most logical conclusion I could come to.

You know, 95% of the time, Manei does a pretty good job as a dream guide, but she can really be infuriating sometimes.

And on one final note: Why are you eating grass?