I had an odd but adventurous dream.

Those damn soap operas that was blaring through my head infiltrated it and made some guy threaten my friends in some marshland area.

I had to go and get this special pink fish, or else, so I went in another area if the marsh to get it.

Suddenly there was this fishman searching around. He was a subordinate of that bad guy, and I think he wanted to intercept me and stop me from getting the fish anyway. Sneaky bastard.

Anyway before he saw me, I dug a hole in the marsh mud, and buried meslef under it, using a hollow reed for air. He was none the wiser and left the way I came in. Then I went into the water.

I looked around for the fish, in the area I was in. there was a waterfall to one end.

Suddenly the fishman came back, and we got into a bit of a battle.

His teeth were sharp, and his nose was pointy. Was he a swordfish or narwhal fishman? I was not sure.

My will was strong. I kept getting blown back in the water, and then to my surprise I got sucked into a whirlpool!

I landed in another section of the marsh, where there were LOADS of fish swimming about. He followed me down there and I hid amongst the rock walls.

He asked a question while trying to find me. it sounded like a lame math question, and then it seemed like he auto-targeted me!

I did a quick dash before he dove into me, getting his nose stuck in the lake bottom!

I then swam around the fish and found the pink one I was looking for. I remembered a fisherman nearby wanted to see the rare fish. Not keep it but just to see it once in his lifetime. I found his shack by the lake and showed it to him. As thanks he paid me 1,000,100 gold. (the currency for wherever I was)

As I left with the money and fish in tow, I was set to return to the bad guy to exchange it for the safety of my buds. Then the fishman came back! I knew he wanted the fish, so... in a resigned way I offered the fish to him, if he was just gonna give it back to his boss.

He looked like he was getting misty-eyed from my kindness, but before I knew it he had his teeth, which seemed to have dulled from our fight, around m mouth, then he revealed he was going to destroy the fish as per one of those bad guy tropes where the promised thing was never gonna happen.

Then I had a scary look on my face that practically said "Don;t sell me that shit, 'cause I ain't buying!" hen to his surprise, I opened his jaw, set the fish down and proceeded to beat the living shit out of him.

And with his defeat, that's where the dream basically stopped.

Hm.