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Percy

Tonight I had the weirdest dream yet.

Not the worst, or the most frightening, just the weirdest. Something you would expect in a powerful demigod like me, though the dreams cut short 2 years ago. So im not used to surprises like this, thats probably all.

The dream started when i heard my cell phone ring (sail, by Awolnation- reminds me of the Argo II and my parentage). I was in my moms flat. I answered it,and immediately I was engulfed in darkness. I saw a tiny white dot in the distance- as it drew closer i realised it was an old fashioned TV- wooden design with massive aerials. It flicked on and a a short man wearing a purple suit, and black and blue hair greeted me.

'Hello, Percy Jackson!' he spoke with a heavy Irish accent. 'Nice to meet you! Nice indeed! I've heard alot about you!' He spoke rapidly, as if he didn't have much time to talk. He stuck out his hand, expecting me to reach through the screen and shake it.

'Who-'

'You're not busy at all, are you?'

'No, but-'

'Come on in! Don't be shy!'

'But-'

'Just step in!'

He seemed totally unfazed about my amazement. I stood there for a few seconds, gaping like a goldfish, then eventually stepped in. I was immediately transported to a room. It was perfectly normal, like and average living room, though there was one peculiarity- the room was completely white.

White walls, white floor, white coffee table, white jug, white cups, white sofa, white TV, white curtains, white everything. Silvery white clouds hung from the ceiling, like the kinda things you would find in a baby's bedroom. The irish purple suit man smoothed out his hair and exhaled. Suddenly he gasped and smiled, 'How impolite! The name's Hypnos, god of Dreams and Sleep. Son of Nyx.I'm the man who makes you puny demigods sleep 'well' at night!' He chuckled. 'Welcome to the Demi Dreams Studio!'