I dreamed I was training in a gym made of mirrors

It wasn't just reflecting me — it was showing versions of me. One with no left arm, one punching air like she was winning, one crying in the corner. I kept sparring with myself, and every time I landed a punch, the mirror version would just smile and say 'good try.' The bell rang at the end, but nobody came to stop it. I woke up with my gloves still on, and for a second, I thought I’d actually lost.