Like Musashi: Part 3

I stand up, ready to "cut her head off" with my bokken with a horizontal cut, but then I back down, I don't hold a good position, so I shouldn't attack. The others, however, all charge her. She runs off into a all, and I follow. We head into this room, but two people walk out of it past us: some blindfolded kid, and a slightly older bodyguard in a white uniform. By body guard, I mean martial artist. Both of them have shaved heads, like Chinese monks. They walk out, when I shout, "the kid is that lady!" well, I pretty much only think that, but the others seem to realize it also. We run into the previous room, and now the house is completed, and there are many people there.

Sitting in the window sill is that kid, but it isn't a woman, it's some Chinese boy about 12 years old, he seems to be meditating, and tells his bodyguard something. The body guard jumps at me, and just as I raise my bokken up to defend, the others jump up on that guy and take him down. Now, I go to attack the other kid. I shout something, but he doesn't respond. Then I start hitting him in the head with my bokken, but he doesn't seem to be responding to it at all. Whenever I hit, little flashes of light come up like in a video game, namely the Legend of Zelda. Soon the bodyguard comes back, and strikes, I knock it out of the way, my bokken seems to be gone for a moment as I fight a hand to hand battle. I go for his neck, but he bends down and blocks with his left hand. I knee for his back, now open to me, but he raises his right leg behind him to block. We both push away, and I have my bokken back. He lunges foward again, I deflect with my bokken, and go for the head, but he just grabs the tip of the sword, throwing it away with enough force to send me spinning also. I just go along with the push, turning around and I smack him in the face.

Now I'm at the front of the room, and people are talking. They seem to be the family of this Chinese guy (like the Tao family from Shaman King, all those fans who had to bear with that bad American editing... *sob*) who is now grown up, and also seems to be the guy who "gave me a push" into leaving. They say he's somewhat messed up in the head, and we lead them around the room, telling them about what's been happening. Then, we mention the basement, so I lead them to where it was located when building (this house is VERY nice, we did a good job I guess) was being built. It was now covered in wood, and I smacked through it with my bokken, opening a trapdoor. The black guy and I are standing there, looking down into the "dungeon". There is one thing there, a table, with some stuff on it (looks like a gambling table??) but draped over it are some blue strings. The black guy says something about "we can only guess what horrible things those are for." Then we turn to go back to the main room.

The family is apparently looking for their parents, who that Chinese guy kidnapped and imprisoned because he was mad. There was a box with nothing but windows and a door, with a wooden frame. Some guy is using a knife to carve some Chinese characters in the wall (but they look Japanese to me). And it is now unlocked. Another guy says "can I do the most important part?" (he is also a bit messed up in the head it seems) and he pushes open the door. Out comes the guy from my work in the first part of the dream, wearing a black tank top and black jeans. Then some woman comes out, but I only see half of her (my view is now like a tv screen) before it goes somewhere else.

Something now happens, but I forget it. Maybe NOTHING happens at times like this? I just think it does. Oh well.

***What I think***

I think, besides delving deep into my inner personality, it shows how I HATE TO BE DRAFTED FOR "volunteer work". It happens all the time. Stuff liket his:
Mom: "let's go!"
Me: "Where?"
Mom: "To Raleigh Latin"
Me: "why?"
Mom: "So we can help clean up."

Yeah, stuff like that.