Two men are standing with their backs to me. The silhouette of the one on the left reminds me of a previous dream, set far back in time. The man on the right turns to face the other man and I realize that it’s Jordan.
Both men take up combative stances with staffs in hand and begin sparring. Their moves turn them in a circle and I gasp as the other man faces me, it’s the young man who merged with his dying twin, but he’s older.
I watch in confusion, are they fighting?
No, the man is coaching Jordan, guiding him. Though Jordan is smirking as though he finds irony in this mans’s attempts to teach him.