*In Po's dreams*

The first thing he felt was the soft, cool, dew-covered grass on which he was lying. The first thing he smelled was boiling dumplings with soy sauce. The first thing he tasted was a dryness in his mouth. The first thing he heard was Master Oogway's voice rousing him gently. And the first thing he saw was his Master's face, wrinkled yet energetic.

And the first thing he tasted was a boiled dumpling with soy sauce, shoved into his mouth by the Master.

He sat up. "Master, am I in that golden realm again? The one where I rode the dragon and you were dead and everything was gold? And you had that cool staff?"

"No, Po," he explained patiently. "This is quite the opposite. This is a dream. Also, nothing is gold. Unless, that is, you want it to be."

Immediately Po's surroundings turned a rich hue of gold. "WOAH. That is awesomely cool."

"It is, isn't it? You do not have enough energy to actually go to the spirit realm. But you can make this whatever you want. It is your dream, after all."

"Master Oogway, why am I here?"

The tortoise smiles conspiratorially. "To eat dumplings, of course." And he pushed a bowl closer to Po. "They will give you strength."

"Ooh.. dream dumplings? How could I refuse?" The chopsticks lay forgotten as Po demolished the bowl.

"Feeling energised?"

"Oh, you bet."

"Then wake."

But Po did not wake.

Learn to prono

.