An old Chinese man lets the neighbourhood children play one last time on a football field before it gets dug up by excavators. I guard the children and the man from some kind of Chinese mafia or something and I complain about my outfit which is the bookseller outfit I was wearing in the movie "Chasing Ponies". I tell a beautiful girl that I think was the old man's daughter, that this is a little bit too formal and I should blend in more or the mafia will know I'm a security guard. She takes me to a small locker room, I look around - its very damp and theres a tiny shower in the corner but overall it's kind of nostalgic and homie. I tell her I need a weapon to defend them from the mafia and after arguing with me a little, she gives me an air gun with blanks and the gun is broken, it's split in the middle and the two sides of it are just hanging. I try to be polite and take what is given to me without complaining and leave the changing room.
I go and try to play football with the children but the court turns into wood and is slippery and bent, I slide down by just sitting there. The mobsters arrive, I manage to escort the old man and the children out but get captured by them. They throw me in a cell for two weeks and the boss of another gang who I'm friends with is looking for me. He meets up with the Chinese gang at a table to talk. The Chinese mob boss says i'm long gone (meaning dead) because noone can survive 2 weeks in his cell. He adds that I passed all his torture games and tests with flying colors and adds that noone has ever beat them before. At that moment the friendly mafia boss puts a knife in the Chinese mafia boss' hand and through the table so his hand gets stuck and he screams. I don't remember what happened next.
I find myself in the Grand Theft Auto 5 roleplay server NoPixel where I got dishonestly banned recently in real life and I'm playing my character Igor the taxi driver. A police man is chasing a criminal on the street in front of a gas station and I want to help so I do my usual Igor voice, pull out a gun and shoot the culprit who, for some reason, is in the power armor from the Fallout videogames - the bullets ricochet back so I just kick him in the chest and he falls to the ground like a ragdoll just like in the recent Fallout games. The cop runs over and grabs me. I ask him in my character's voice what he is doing - that I want to help, he takes his character mask off and it's some chubby nerd with glasses underneath. I'm thinking to myself "Am I supposed to be flabbergasted or something?" I have no idea who this dude is. He grabs my arm and escorts me to a building like a criminal.
Inside, he puts me in a tiny closet that looks like a sound booth and makes me do a test of some sort but will not give me any instructions. This booth feels very familiar to me and I realize I've been here before and the last time I did not pass the test. There are strange, red blinking lights on a piece of paper with geometric shapes on a music sheet stand, I tell him as he's shutting the booth door that I have no idea how to do this test and he tells me too bad, that its the only way to get unbanned from the server. I rack my brain but there is no way I will understand this riddle. I tell him when I achieve my goals and get rich and famous because of it - they will be begging to take me back to the server. I hear his muffled voice snickering from behind the sound proof booth door and saying I will never ever get rich nor famous, that that train is long gone and that if it was my destiny, it would have happened already but it hasn't because obviously I didn't want it enough and didn't work hard at it. This triggers me and I feel great injustice being done at my expense as him and some other people who just appeared out of nowhere and are sitting in that room on a couch start to snicker.
I open the booth door, enter the room and confront the guy. He has suddenly turned into my black groin protector that I wear in Wing Chun training but I dont see a problem with that and I grab the groin protector and start lecturing it from the bottom of my heart. I start by telling him he's right, that everything he just said is true. And then I get emotional, I hold back my tears and tell him that nobody in this world has the right to pull another person down from their dreams and goals, whatever they may be and however long it's going to take them to achieve them because anything is possible. I repeat this line: "Anything is possible, you hear me!?" and I continue: "And they are my dreams and you have no right to come and tear them apart because that is YOUR perspective!". I tell him: "It is your limited perspective that makes you see me as a failure and it is because of your limited consciousness and may god be my witness as I tell you this: You have no right to take a stance because you have no idea what people like me go through and you say I haven't done shit and I've just been sitting around doing nothing but you don't know what I've had to go through to stay true to my dreams! And I will keep doing it and I will die before I give up on them, you hear!?"
I shake the groin protector in one hand while pointing the index finger of my other hand at it and look up and see the people on the couch crying - the speech got to them, they felt it. Then, out of nowhere, the owner of the GTA5 server marches in with his troops - he looks like a powered up version of the chubby little nerd who dragged me here and kind of reminds me of some actor but I can't put my finger on who. Suddenly, he recognizes me as the character Igor who was permanently banned from his server and gets furious! Without hesitation, he tries to punch me in the face but my Wing Chun reflexes kick in and I automatically lift my hand and intercept his punch with a quick Fak-Sao. This makes him mad with anger and I don't have a death wish so I run towards the stairs that they came from. The owner screams furiously and runs after me as fast as he can. I have to give it all now - 110% without any doubt, fear or hesitation or this monster will catch me and rip me to pieces. So I jump down the first stairwell that I see, grab the ledge and swing myself towards the next stairs below, trying to get down as fast as possible, touching as few stairs as I can - basically swinging down the stairs like a monkey without touching the ground, all the while this rabid hulk is chasing me, screaming and making sounds resembling an animal more than a man.
I reach the exit and make a run for it, the owner is still after me. I see a bunch of rubble in front of a big football stadium so I run there and start climbing the rubble. The owner quits and stops chasing me. I climb the rubble as fast as I can, not slowing down before I know for a certainty that I'm safe. I reach the top, pull myself up on the ledge and find myself standing on top of a football field, completely dug up by excavators. Everything in the horizon is destroyed, the world has suddenly turned post-apocalyptic. I look down at the humps of soil that used to be a football field and see an old Chinese man sitting in the middle of it all on a bucket, supporting himself with his cane. He has his head hung down and he's sobbing. I'm back where I started.
I wake up. No lucid dreaming. I had many other great dreams before this but I forgot them since I was too lazy to write them down as soon as I woke up the first time.