Radio Iron, Kumuandi, and an Excavation Lucid Dream

Wow, I had this really strange dream. Let's go folks! In this dream, for some reason I encountered my wife. This dream was set in the distant future. I said hello and she said that she had someone she wanted me to meet. Curious, I waited. At first I thought she was going to introduce me to her husband or boyfriend. But no, I saw a small person step from behind her. She was such a small person. My wife had a daughter that looked just like her just a lot smaller. She was very shy. Even though she wasn't my child, I couldn't help but be drawn to the little kid. For no apparent reason, I was proud and I wanted to be in her life. I knew that her biological father was not around. I asked my wife what her name was and she told me it was Radio Iron. Radio Iron?! "That's a beautiful name," I said kneeling down to greet Radio at her level. She eventually came around and starting talking about nonsense. I didn't even care because she was so precious. I woke up, my heart filled with joy. And then I was asleep again. I was watching some show on the Travel Channel. The narrator was describing a landscape. It was something like this: The side of the mountain was caked in ashen Earth from the volcano. The locals lived off the land and had no contact with the outside world until... And in that moment I went from watching the show to being in it. I was at ground zero and the locals were there looking at me. They weren't too surprised and they invited me on a hunt. We walked nonchalantly down the mountainside, the trees were laid bare from the heat of the volcano. I couldn't feel a thing. The two women were young, with cinnamon skin, short hair and fierce eyes that shone with quiet confidence. I overheard the commentator. Walking with the Kumuandi, he went on the hunt for the great beast. And the hair on my neck stood up. Great beast?! The two Kumuandi women dropped down to the ground, their eyes focused on the horizon. I followed suite and peered into the dark landscape. There was nothing there. Confused, I stood up and started to speak when I felt it. The motion in the horizon was unmistakable. The land lifted high into the sky. It was as if the mountainside itself was moving into the sky. Wind whipped up the fresh ash on the ground. The narrator was back. And now, with the great hunt underway, the Kumuandi distract the great beast while the young explorer continues the excavation. I looked down. In my hand I imagined a picaxe and there it was. I noticed I had on a matte green shirt and khaki shorts with brown hiking boots. I was indeed ready for the excavation. I turned to the mountainside and proceeded. Curious, I turned around to see what the Kumuandi were doing against the living land mass. They were nowhere to be found. The landmass came over the far side of the mountainside and flew over me. In all its glory, the giant dragon, scaled skin darker than obsidian and eyes as red as blood rubies. Its wings didn't even bother beating, rather it simply defied gravity as it hovered above me. It was time to fight. I woke up. Was that weird?