Cities in the Astral

I may have been briefly lucid a half dozen times prior to this last night, but if so it was just in minor little phases and my recall is too blurry, so I will ignore them. The real action started near morning. I took a heavy dose of sleep aids so it is no wonder my recall was messed up. I had a vivid non-lucid that went on for a long time. It involved me being surrounded by a large group of people whowere going to force me to fight some young guy in a ring. The young man had vast martial arts training. My only real hope was that being so young, he could only have a limited amount of training assumig hehad waited until 12 to start, then maybe I would be ok. I took pictures with my phone of all the crowd,but then realized it was a bad sign they allowed this. As in, they did not plan on letting me live. I woke up from this.
then did a DEILD and being lucid I changed the story to them giving me a day to prepare. I tried to do a realitycheck and stablize. The oddest thing happened. I would have a body as long as I passively observed the story and only guided my actions within the story. When Iwould stop and try to take direct control, such as look at my hands, my body would fade. I was fully lucid, but seemed forced to play out the scenario. What the F***! If I was playing along with the impending fight scene I did just fine and could exert control realated to the story, but I was being forced toplay along. I wanted to go find and ride a pegasus not get my ass kicked in a cage match. I wonder if the heavy sedation from sleep aids is why I had so little say over things?
The short version is I went and talked to various teachers from my past and asked them about the morals of just snapping the guys neck or at the least destroying an elbow joint. I actually did two more DEILDs but still the same theme was forced on me. I gained a bit more dream control on the scenes that evolved around the story. In the 3rd and final LD I was face to face with him and they were constructing a ring. I was upset because the floor of the ring had a spring board effect. That meant that while his kick boxing could shatter my face, me slamming him into the ground would have little effect on him, despite it being a valid lethal move. I suddenly realized he was probably being forced into this. I just started erasing DCs one after the other, until we were the only ones left. We then decided not to fight. Having succesfully finished the story, I was allowed to continue and do other things, but I woke up before long and it was late in the morning, so I had to wake up