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He laid his head to rest, quickly drifting off to sleep. He found himself surrounded by darkness, thick darkness. As he tried finding his way out of the thick darkness, he noticed that he stood on black goo, he sticks out his right leg, then the second, making his moves, he was stepping into the light. Now he could see the black goo raising, taking it's shape, elongating, forming three right hands on one side of its gooey body, then three on its left side. It formed two horns on each side of his head, then had a red cyclone eye. Without fear, Troy gripped the golden hilt, his right leg back, left leg forward, crouching a little getting ready to slice off the head of the roaring gooey creature running right at him. He got a perfect swing of his golden sword, cutting both its right hands. The creature made a distorted scream, looking at the black goo oozing from its wrists. In annoyance, it scratched Troy- who woke up with a loud gasp.

"It was all a dream" he sighed in relief, feeling the cheek the creature slashed in his dream. "Thank goodness, there's not a scratch, neither blood" he finally got up from his bed