We are a group of monk - soldiers, dressed in brown frocks, but they rather look like well - fitted uniforms. All men, as I feel. We are outside, in rather untamed nature, a sandy small canyon, like once cut by a river into a landscape of rolling mounds. We are retreating, but anyway trying to "fight" back the enemies, or obscure our traces. I can't clearly recall, how they look, may as well be civilians. We are heading to a bridge, which spans a river behind us, behind the next knoll, to meet a larger group headed by L.

I stand close to this small cliff of a few yards high, cut into the dark soil. We are not meant to hurt anybody, we are people of peace. Even what I do now feels like using force, as I place my one hand above the heart of one of the aggressors, the other below his heart on his back. I send him a telepathic question, repeating it over and over, like burning it into his mind: "How can I (you) kill for things?"

While I do so, the man softens, and seems to transform into a smaller, childlike version of himself, it feels like he is melting. He is lying on his back, now, and looks like stunned, his eyes staring straight, without a blink.
I'm sorry, it looks like there is no life, no soul in these eyes. My repeated words "How can I (you) kill for things?" transform, they don't mean "him" alone, anymore, they mean also me, it is like I'm telling myself, and the boundaries between me and you are vanishing.
Looking closer into the eye next to me, it begins to fill my whole field of vision, like looking at a calm pond, blue and grey iris, the middle wide pupil, the somewhat shining and reflecting white of the eye, but on the distant edge there is some red, like small vessels have ruptured, a little red triangle. Time stands still. No thoughts. Just watching.

Next I recall I'm challenging a contrahent, in a playful way. I'm running so fast towards him, it nearly looks like he isn't moving, at all. He is dressed in red shirt and black trousers. The "battleground" looks like a deserted farm or different facility. The ground is dry, grey dust and sand stirred by my movements.
Once I'm close, I'm running around the guy, causing a dust devil, amplifying it with magical powers, until I can't see him no more. It is like he is merging with the dust, but as it settles, he stands unchanged. This repeats twice, and then I do something with his crown chakra, like spilling water, dust, or simply magical energy over his head from above.
I can't recall any effect. I'm not so clear about my intentions. I somehow risk his life, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. It is like playing with disintegration magic, and being surprised it doesn't have any effect, after all, and then trying something else (the crown chakra) to see if it makes a meaningful change. I'm vaguely aware this is not usual reality, it rather feels like a video game.