HeSpeaks7

I was in some type of warehouse/office setting that looked old like in an old part of New York. I was fighting a bald white man with my fists. I instinctively knew that he was me and I was fighting a clone of myself. Although, it wasn't me. For whatever reason, I wasn't myself in this dream. After I had defeated the clone I looked out of the balcony. The ocean level was right up against the top of the thick concrete railing. The ocean idly moved up and down barley managing to not spill into the room.

The next wave spilled about 2 liters of sea water into the balcony. Upon hitting the ground the water instantly turned into another clone of me. In the back of my head, I felt like I would be going up against a potentially infinite amount of clones. And at that moment, I traveled at the speed of sound out of the balcony in a straight line. About half a mile away from the room I passed by 5-6 navy warships. They were all kinds of different types of warship. There was a cruiser, destroyer, battleship, a couple other ships, and I think an aircraft carrier. They were headed straight toward the room where the clone of me was. I got the sense that they were head there to fight the big battle to end the conflict. But the thing that really stood out about these ships was that they were made out of blue words. The first couple ships were made out of multiple words that I couldn't read, but a few of the ships in the middle of the formation were made out of the name of their ship type, ex:

BATTLESHIP