I was in an area that was reminiscent of Dark Souls. It was dark with dead trees and there were souls scattered about as pickups. I picked up some powerful equipment and got very excited and ran back home to try it out. They were green ankle bracelets that made me more agile and quick. I challenged the best fighter around to a match. We were in a warehouse that was mostly empty with only a large separating wall built in the middle. We began our duel and I quickly realized just how great this new equipment was. The perspective then changed to look like I was playing Super Smash Bros. and I was now Lucina. Also, my brother was watching the fight. I dashed up to my opponent, short-hopped over him, and on-stage spiked him. I then did it again immediately after. While he was bouncing from the spike, I hit him with two attacks in the air and took him out. I then did something later on. In the end, I won easily. Now being so confident in myself, I set out to find new opponents. I was riding a small boat through the ocean about a few hundred feet from the shoreline. The waves kept getting bigger and it was becoming more dangerous. One huge wave began forming right in front of me, and someone who was on the boat with me or maybe in my head began to freak out, but I somehow just cancelled out the wave. I looked to my right to the shore and saw what looked like an old, large gymnasium with a few broken windows. I headed toward that to get out of the storm. I was now inside the gym. It was dark and dusty, and the storm could be heard, although muffled. There was a large wall loaded with crazy weapons and equipment that I'd never seen before, as well as an arena of sorts in the center that looked like a large shallow bowl that was broken up. I stood on one side of this arena and someone else showed up on the other side. I got excited and decided I'd fight him, sure I could win. We fought and I won. Two of his friends showed up and he left. I stayed in the gym alone because I enjoyed the dark and sounds of the storm coming down outside. Someone else showed up. Another guy showed up. This time, being more arrogant, I challenged him. He accepted. Regardless of my speed, he was able to consistently strike me. And while I became increasingly frustrated as the fight went on, he remained calm. Ultimately, he hit me hard enough to knock me out. He left, but soon after came back and placed my weapon, and others that looked similar to it, at my side as he didn't remember which one I was using. I woke up in the old, dark gym alone.