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Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #149: Chicken Fight I am working as a consigliere and fixer for a 20-year-old Filipino billionaire. He is a natural genius, a derivatives trader that controls a global financial/oil and gas empire. He relies on me and a talented, resourceful woman named <PERSON> as his on-the-ground "problem solvers". I am in a dark room watching a movie projection on a wall. The presentation is talking about some aspect of derivatives trading. I get some kind of message or phone call with a new assignment, and I hurry out of the room. There is somebody that I need to apprehend and speak to that is a spectator at a nearby cockfight. I know that both my boss and <PERSON> are counting on me to handle this and I feel a tremendous sense of responsibility to get it done right. It is night, and I take a set of metal stairs down to a dusty street, hanging a right into an alleyway. I see a metal door to my right and hear some faint crowd noise -- that is where the cockfight is being held. I detect movement to my left and I sense that a huge man is lunging toward me to tackle me. I twist my body around and throw a right-handed haymaker that catches the man right in the mouth, stopping him short. I knee him underneath the short ribs and he staggers back. Something tips me off that this is a dream and I become lucid. The man comes stalking back toward me, as fat and muscular as a bear. I am struggling with what to do next. I have a strong urge to get right to lucid goals but I am trying to process in my mind what will become of my boss and <PERSON> if I fail this task. I slowly retreat from my assailant, not ready to act until I am sure that I am not letting down real people who depend on me. I finally convince myself that <PERSON> and my boss are just dream characters. My attacker is about four feet away when I wind up and hit him with a two-handed force push that sends him flying violently back, where he lands in a heap. His body has gouged a nearly foot-deep furrow in the dusty ground and, more surprisingly, has turned into a huge roasted chicken! I walk onward as calmly as I can. I hear a few DCs chattering in surprise behind me but I try to put it out of my mind. They do not care. They are just looking. Walking between two compact cars and onto an empty paved road, I look up at the sky. The stars are out tonight and I can see far more of them out here than I can with all of the city lights that are near my home IWL. I jump up, getting a good fifty feet into the air. I am on the edge of a much larger city, one where I am sure that I can find the means to accomplish my Task of the Month and Task of the Year goals. I hit a second jump, this one slightly higher than the first, but start to sink down again. No, now I am flying. I imagine myself catching an updraft the way a hawk would catch a thermal. I shoot upward, high above the city. The sky becomes thick and bright with stars and I know that I can go anywhere that I want. I decide that the Colosseum is just a little ways off in a darkened portion of the city. I begin flying that direction when I suddenly feel Wife's hand slam into my pillow in waking life. She rolls over a couple more times. I try to go in for <PERSON> but I am a bit too adrenalized to make it back under.