Goblins have strange dreams

Folsen, Quen’phillar 3rd 836P.D
I do have to say I was quite intrigued by the dream I fed on last night. I wonder if all goblins see themselves as tall and handsome in their dreams? The one I fed on dreamt of a cooking challenge. He was bossing around other cooks. When the judge tasted the food afterwards the loosing team would be slaughtered it was quite intense. The rich mostly dream about their teeth falling out or being naked in public. It was funny for a while but became repetitive. My newfound friends and I are off to do the final challenge. Flashbacks of the extreme river that about nearly swept me out to where the kraken feeds flood my mind as I see it’s a swimming challenge, race I should say. I learned a lesson from this event! I don’t like swimming I am going to brainstorm an device to assist me with swimming tonight. I’ve been alive for a very long time and I don’t think I’ve ever been attacked by sea life or at least as far back as I can remember. I have to admit there are many years that just mold together. I killed the biggest octopus I have ever seen and I don’t think I want to do it again because I do not like swimming. Another first for me was to have a collective vision or dream? I’ve never considered myself a believer in the gods. There are so many to choose from I don’t understand how people decide I am going to worship the god of lies or moonlight. It always seemed ridiculous to me until the dream. There was a presence in to the humanoid that was shackled pleading for help and the only thing I came across my mind was can I drink from a celestial? The past two days I’ve been the most chaotic, spur of the moment, out of my comfort zone, and dangerous… and I love every bit of it. I haven’t felt more alive. I have always lived my life by strict rules and now it’s time to live a little. The blood is truly redder on the other side! Metaphorically speaking.