In the dream I was a goblin. I was with a group of two to three other goblins and we were fighting this one huge goblin. He was big and menacing. It was a fight that we knew we would lose, but we fought anyway. We threw punches that weren't our strongest, it was a punch held back by fear, fear and a premature acceptance of our own defeat. I liked being a goblin, but it just kind of sucked that I had to die.
There was another part of the dream too. We were all humans again, some random group of people I don't know. We were at a sort of halloween/farm themed park with lots of those metal slides covered by tarps. WE wanted drinks but the line was waaaaaaaaay too long. I remember lots of hay and long crowded lines the most.
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