My persona in this Dream was my normal self except I wasn't myself. The only thing different about me was that I had fantastic martial art skills!! I was at home but my house didn't look like a house anymore. Part of it had become this really dangerous training ground with stone walls and random, rusty metal sinks and pipes sticking out of them. Did I mention the boiling hot lava in the pits below?
My parents were there too, strange enough, but I wasn't paying much attention to them because I was challenged to a race of some sort throughout the molten battle field. I was challenged by a little kid who was also a martial artist from the old kung fu movies with the single braid and all. I took his challenge. The lava training ground was separated from the normal-looking part of the house by large, narrow stone walls. We started from one wall and had to reach the one on the other side of the molten pits. Besides the metal sinks and poles jutting from the walls, there were also pillars of rock in the middle of the lava that we could jump on but I didn't want to risk it.
The race began and I immediately took to the metal sinks and poles on the walls. This is where my parents start interfering. My mom suddenly calls out to me saying that it was a silly idea to grab onto the sinks and to hold the poles instead. I shouted back at her to let me to my business. She insisted the poles were sturdier but I knew they didn't look it. To prove her wrong I pushed down a pole that was supposed to support my weight but it came right off the wall and I cried back at her telling her about it. She looked upset she was wrong because she was only trying to help me but I could see my dad comforting her, telling her to let my do my own thing. I knew what I was doing.
So I carried on with my plan, jumping from one sink to another. I was close to catching the kid now but somewhere in the middle of the challenge the race changed into a game of catching the kid. It was as if he had done something wrong and I was supposed to catch him or something so I sped up. He made it over the wall but I caught up with him. I sat on the wall, squatting down on all limbs looking for my prey. I spotted him over the horizon of pillows and sheets and mattresses (yes you heard me) and I leaped to the ground below.
Once I was behind him, I was down on all fours and I suddenly roared like a tiger before pouncing on him and wrestling him from behind. He surrendered and I loosened my grip around him. “I have one and you accept your defeat.” I said proudly. Then I went to the living room to put on a video. The kid came along after me and looked at the cover of the movie I put on. I told him it was a kung fu movie starring Jet Li and some other fighters. It was the silly end to some very serious martial arts training.
The part about my mom in the beginning probably suggests my feelings to be independent; that I yearn my mom to trust me when I make my own decisions or when I act the way I do. And yes I am and always have been a fan of kung fu and martial arts movies. Not really the one about gunning action like Mission Impossible. I'm talking about Ip Man, Lethal Move, Fearless, Forbidden Kingdom, Crouching Tiger; Hidden Dragon – to name a few. My favorite fighters of all time are Jet Li, Donnie Yen, Sammo Hung and the occasional Jackie Chan for the comedies.
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