Cities in the Astral

LD13: In a normal dream I ask someone where my dad is. THey say he is fishing over there. The place they point is in my front yard, where in real life the irrigation water keeps part of the yard wet. I realize he should not be able to fish there. I go over there and there are crabs everywhere. I do a reality check, trying to look closley at my surroundings for clues. Sure enough, this is a dream.
There is a vivid fun scene for a couple minutes, where I swing on a vine just above the crabs and also a bunch of crayfish. Then I walk along with dirty cutoffs and muddy bare feet. THe surroundins now look like the gardens of a nice hotel. I go inside and walk into a nice resteraunt. I try to change so that I am no longer dirty, but my control sucks from the sleep aids and beer I took at bed time.
I decide that I may as well just go somewhere else, when a waiteress grabs my arm and drags me out. I mention she is escorting me out when I was already leaving. She rants about me being a poor dirty bum. I decide that I am the owner of the hotel. So I use a cell phone to order new cloths from one of the shops. A male secretary of mine brings them (as I now own the hotel!) I go in an elevator and come back out dressed in a suite. I take a large group back to the restraunt and tell the matradie thatwe will not accept her as our waitress, because she is mean to poor people. At that point I loose lucidity.