Lucid-schizo-dreamer

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I think my grandma always had so-called "supernatural" visions, that were always dismissed as allucinations and so she was considered crazy. Now that she is blind and stuck to a bed, the divisions between "real life" and her "allucinations" became even thinner, so now people think she lost her mind for good. But when I hear her stories, I realize she simply cannot distinguish "real life" and "dreams" because the two "worlds" now coexist at the same level for her. I wish I could explain to her that she is blessed and not cursed.
She complains a lot about a group of soldiers who visit her frequently and want to recruit her to work for them.
Last night I dreamt I was at home with her and she was again complaining about all the people who were there talking loud and not allowing her to rest. I asked her to be patient and just embrace it, but she was in a really bad mood and not open to my advices.
Then, out of nowhere, came an indian guy in his 30's, who sat on the bed by her side and told her that his group of ninjas didn't mean to upset her, but to help her. He explained how they work on the dream world to help other dreamers in fighting evil and face their own fears. I jumped with surprise and was about to say I'm a dream warrior myself, when I decided to shut up, because I became more suspicious lately and don't want to reveal too much to strangers in the dream plane.
I felt that she would listen to him, so I left them talking and moved on to another dream. I was at an empty auditorium and he followed me there. He asked me if what I was about to say previously was that I am also a warrior like him and then I felt that I could trust him. I said yes and then he asked me if I knew the 10 ninjas team. I said no, but then I recalled a brief encounter on some dream with a group of ninjas who said they were Julian Assange's spy team. Maybe they were the same group. He then asked me for my dream warrior name and I told him it is Mayatara. I wrote it down so he would know the exact spelling. That's when the dream started to get all scrambled and we lost contact.