Golden Tales From The Dream World

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Okay, this was actually a pretty cool dream.
I'm not sure if I've ever had a fight like this that was this intense.
Even though it was non-lucid, it was pretty awesome.
Although to be honest, it was a pretty short dream (only a few minutes),
I just added a lot of padding and description so it wasn't just "I fought someone in a cage arena".
And trying to describe what actually happened in the fight was difficult too.
You don't really take too much note of things, you just fight, and try to win.
At some points your body just kind of moves on its own.
Hopefully I can have a fight while lucid so I can take note of more details.


February 10th 2013

I belong to a secret organization.
An organization that breeds the greatest soldiers known to man.
We are similar to the CIA POOs(Paramilitary Operations Officer), we have unmatched skill, are top notch assassins, and work in complete secrecy.
Technically speaking, we don't exist.
I am an up and coming apprentice operative.
Each of us operatives is assigned a handler, they're our boss, our mentor, and our secretaries (as in they handle all the paper work).
Today my handler has brought me to some sort of warehouse.
In it is an arena with a fence cage surrounding it.
We aren't the only ones here though.
There's another operative here as well.
She's about my age (around 17).
She's wearing a dark green bullet proof vest, black pants, and surprisingly a mask.
It's oval with no physical features on it, though it has a nice looking design painted on it.
The only physical characteristic I can make out about her is her long dark hair.
I know exactly why I'm here.
Apprentices such as myself need to pass a certain test before we become full fledged operatives.
A fight to the death with another operative.
This girl is my opponent it seems.
I have no qualms about doing this, I've been trained my whole life for this moment.
And I most certainly don't intend on losing.
We both enter the cage and our fight begins.
I charge at her.
She's pretty fast, unfortunately for her I'm faster.
We exchange blows with one another, I can tell I'm the one here with the superior strength.
She jumps backward, realizing a direct engagement won't work against me.
My heart is racing, I've never had a fight like this before.
I rush toward her, deciding it's best to not give her time to think.
However my hotheadedness doesn't do me any good.
She detonates a small explosive in front of me that sends me flying backward.
I hit the ground pretty hard, but none the less I bring myself back up.
Now now, isn't that cheating?
Since our fight hasn't been stopped I guess not.
This time I'm not going to give her time to pull off something like that again.
I run at her much faster this time.
Now we're quickly exchanging blows while moving through the arena.
She does a back flip to put distance between us.
Impressive.
This time I land a good hit on her.
Now this fight is mine.
One after another I land multiple blows, throwing her to and fro.
I throw one last punch square in her chest and send her flying backward.
She's on the ground, defenseless.
I move in on her to finish her off.
I take a look at her handler as I get closer.
He doesn't seem distressed at all, as a matter of fact he's enjoying this quite a bit.
A shame, even in the end no one cared for her.
Will the same fate be mine one day?
These feelings of doubt don't have enough time to develop.
Now directly above her I prepare to inflict my killing blow.
Suddenly a flash of light and a shock wave accompanied by flame and smoke take me by surprise.
Once again I'm thrown backward.
Her mask, it too had an explosive inside it.
Of all the damned things, how could I not see that coming?
My armor has been heavily damaged, without it I'd be dead right now.
I take a look at her, surely that bomb must have blown her head off.
But it seems as though my assumption is way off, there isn't a scratch on her face.

(It may be worth noting that she looks exactly like Hinata Hyuga).


I see, it was a projected blast, like one from a claymore. How bloody convenient.
She gets up and takes a look at me.
We're both battered and out of breath, none of us will be fighting anytime soon.