  I woke up… Forced my self to wake up from this bizarre dream. It was about a ghost who spent his afterlife protecting his son. There were these creatures that came from the darkness. Small like goblins, and were intelligent. They made sure only to move in shadows and unseen. One would think you were crazy until they come upon you and drag you to the shadows and killed… feasted. I was an extra in the whole senario… or was I. I remember teaching this woman about the power to turn and courage built on hope and faith. A desperate kind of courage… that can allow one to fight under the circumstances her mind cannot. A blinding courage… desperation that has been helping me fight them for the longest of time. Moderately armored… I looked pretty much conservative since my weapons and armor did not stick out and no one knew what CRAZY shit I was doing.
I was killing goblins and there was this ghost that helped me… he taught me something’s… he was not my father. But his son lived blissfully unaware of what was happening. The Goblins were scary since they lived in the shadows and fought in them. They could be hiding anyway… a movie cliché… they could be in the car with you while you drive. Waiting till they can bring their knives to my neck.
It was like that the whole time. I don’t remember sleeping… cause when I did it must have been short and terribly needed. The dream already ended as the farther confronted the son with something. They saw each other and it seems like many things were healed and put to rest. He gave him three swords… a dagger, a shortsword and a bastard sword. I was jealous but it was cool. Then we proceed to finish up… until my alarm woke me up. 
