Dream
I was part of some parallel human race that had the power to set ourselves on fire and the capability of disassembling and reassembling ourselves. There was a fight among our kind, and I had to stall another of us by holding her down to the ground and setting myself on fire while another -- a very old one -- put himself together. I and my adversary turned out to be old friends, and the war stopped. During the dream, I was also keenly aware that the story was a movie, and I alternated between believing the actions were real and being conscious of being in a movie.