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The dream was basically non-lucid for the entire way through until something special happened for one part. Enjoy.

I was in this place outside of Canary Wharf, and lived in a little apartment with my family members, akin to the ones that travelled with me to Center Parcs, although not all of them. There was a little fake warsite outside our homes. There were two tunnels, one to led the lower part of the other tunnel that was next to it through the wall. As people would pass through manually through walking from the end of my tunnel to the beginning of the second tunnel, I saw the architect of the tunnel tinkering with something. I stood next to him and watched him. He told me I could pass through the tunnels from this secret way he built. but I should only go from the way that’s closest to my house or bad things would happen. He left and I began using, it to go through the tunnels to fight people.

I returned to my house to see my cousins panting and desperately rushing in. They were almost attacked and were innocent. I told them of the secret way and it’s warnings. They heeded the warning and stayed in the apartment. After the fighting had stopped we all went to Canary Wharf.
Suddenly, we heard a bomb go off and someone escaping. The whole place was thrown into Chaos, everyone wanted to go through the front doors of the Clifford Chance building but it was destroyed. My mother and all my family were with me. We decided to climb the building to get to the emergency stairway out. Everyone was in a state of panic as lights flashed on and off. We headed to the third floor, and people started screaming, scared that they wouldn’t be able to escape. I shouted I know the way through this floor, everyone follow me. But. Another bomb was set off and somehow it managed to get into this section of this 30 story building. I somehow managed to avoid the explosion, but when I turned around to ask my family if they were all okay, they were all dead. Everyone was dead but me. I got out of the building from that floor and managed to see a car racing back to a broken down, tiny little warehouse outside of the building.
I found a gun on the ground and drove in a orange car towards it. I was going to avenge my family and everyone who died. I drove in behind the warehouse and got out my gun. I went in through the east side of the warehouse. There were goons planted near some stairs, but they weren’t the ones who planted the bombs. I tried to rush upstairs, not wanting to shoot them as they weren’t my target. They tackled me to the ground and called the one who set off the bomb. He was communicating with someone and he was upstairs. He came down, annoyed that I survived the explosion and shot me.

But that wasn’t the end. I rewound time in order to fix my mistakes and avenge them properly. I rewound to the time we were all going to Canary Wharf and saw the car about to throw the first explosive. He threw it and quickly drove back to the warehouse. I chased him. And I was ast. I was on foot, I had adrenaline pumping through me and I was ready to save hundred’s of people’s lives. I got to the base and as he was climbing up the stairs I shot him in the chest. I then shot the rest quickly and effortlessly as if I was born to wield a gun. I felt no guilt as I brutally took the lives of these three criminals. I went upstairs to see someone else communicating with someone on a little computer. I shot him in the head and returned downstairs. I noticed, a toddler appeared. He was under the stairs and was playing with one of the phones that the bomb planter had. On the phone was the face of a man with black hair, shouting asking where everyone was. He saw my face and gasped. He said “Th-That’s Luke.. the agency’s biggest target how is this possible!” I quickly snatched the phone from the baby and took out the battery of the phone. I didn’t know what to do with the baby so, I took it back to my apartment. It was a boy I thought and children of this generation loved tablets. I brought out my tablet and gave it to him to play.