Agent Smith, dismembering blows and racing home lucid dream

In this lucid dream, I was being attacked by a relentless number of dudes at a 4-way intersection. They were pouring in like Agent Smith from the Matrix and all I could do was knock them back. At one point I realized I was getting nowhere so I started doing what only I could. I started tearing them apart. My blows landed squarely, each one heavy and measured so I can respond quickly to others. The assailants fell apart like putties from Power Rangers. Their heads were flying off, limbs breaking easily, and no sign of blood anywhere. It was a childishly gruesome task but it didn't slow down the torrent of opponents. I realized there was no foreseeable end in sight so I made a run for it. I took flight.

I was down the street in a matter of seconds and nothing could stop me. I recognized the area. I was heading towards a common destination- my parents' house. I flashed by the old trees and dilapidated houses, down alleys and around corners. I looked behind me on my right and saw something following me. It was a blur at first but it moved like a human. I stopped and the figure came into focus. It was my brother. He stopped. He wasn't even sweating. Not that he should afterall, I wasn't. Small details like that don't make it into my lucid dream world. He said something along the lines of "let's see who makes it there first" and took off. I shifted perspective and was in front of my parents' house about 30 seconds before he arrived. I woke up. Was that weird.