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This dream was most likely the most interesting non-lucid dream I’ve had. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but I believe I was Jet Li in a new movie or something.

There was a fighting tournament going on. It started with Military fighting first, and it was a very long tournament phase. Next, I believe I went to my house which was supposed to be my grandpa’s house. It was like the dental clinic I went to with some extra halls within it. I remember seeing a bunch of food on a table. This is when, I think, I got very hungry. I strived to find some food, and ran miles upon miles to find a store. I finally found a little old village (or something like it) and Jackie Chan started tapping my shoulder as to get my attention. We had an epic battle and he started to use some form of fighting other than Wu Shu (I remember my teacher IRL saying “What kind of style is that?!”) and defeated me. I said that I would have beaten him if he hadn’t changed his style. He told me to go home and I said “Very well then, I’ll go back home”. This phrase was said not just because I was hungry, but most definitely because I forgot some other small points in the dream that were important that lead to this loss.

On the way home, I started to slowly wake up but I didn’t want this to end. I started running home at ridiculously fast speed and I said some phrases that kind of went like this: “I’m now going back to my grandpa’s home. I’m ditching my son that lived where I’m leaving.” And then my brother told me to wake up, I ignored him. He said it again, and I woke up.