(a/n) If you're wondering why the Hades would anyone want to write a story like this, the answer is because it's a little while past 11:00 PM, and my mind is doing strange things. I was going to invite one of my OC's to do the disclaimer, because I don't believe in disclaimers, but then I started thinking about what the OC would say, and somehow I got into a fight with her. In my head. It ended in screaming. . Okay, here goes super craziness:
Percy was asleep in his cabin after a long day of doing kitchen work because of the Stolls. Somehow, he and Grover had to take the punishment while Connor and Travis were off throwing chocolate bunnies at Katie or something.
Slowly, Percy's mind sank from its usual state of 'demigod dreams' into the state of real dreams, the ones that normal people who weren't freaks had. Not that I'm hinting anything about demigod dreams. .
Anyhow, no matter which kind of dream you are having, it would seem that no one else can tell what is happening. That is, unless you talk in your sleep. Of course, Percy only talks in his sleep after he's killed the Minotaur with its own horn.
So, sadly for you, you can't tell what Percy is dreaming about, unless of course you have a wonderfully delirious young author, willing to write it down for you in italics. Oh, you do? It's me? Eh, I should have seen that one coming around the bend.
So now, I guess I'm going to have to tell you about Percy's dream. Of course, I have to say, so far it's pretty tempting for me just to leave this story the way it is, and annoy the crap out of you. That is, if anyone is bothering to read this.
You know what? I'm feeling extra generous (don't forget extra crazy) tonight, so I'll tell you what Percy was dreaming about. But I warn you, this isn't regular Percy. It's really avelinette is being cuckoo and coming up with a completely nutty story Percy. So this ain't gonna be pretty. But hey, you asked for it:
A blue swan glided over to Percy as he descended down the bubbly stairway. Percy descended, not the swan. The swan glided, silly. The swan spoke clearly, but not very distinctly. "Your incredibly royal highness, there is a terrible issue!"
Percy rolled his incredibly royal kingly eyes. "All right, let me guess. You, the royal pig (which is a swan), have just come from Kettlecorn, Kansas, where an incredibly stupid Disney show abused the rights we gave to the good witch of the east, Belinda."
The royal pig (which was a swan) gasped, if royal pigs/swans could gasp. "Your incredibly royal highness! How did you guess? But anyway, how shall we punish the producers of the show?"
Percy used his incredibly royal kingly brain to come up with an easy decision: "You are very stupid for a royal pig (which is a swan). The choice for punishment is very simple, indeed. We shall simply have them listen to the unroyal Don Quixote de Queso (who is Justin(a) Bieber) sing!"
The royal swan/pig thing gasped again. "Your incredibly royal highness, that is a brilliant idea! I'll go arrange it immediately!"
Percy woke up, and immediately ran to find Annabeth. "Annabeth, Annabeth, I just had a dream! I think something bad is going to happen!" Percy explained the dream with great care and detail to Annabeth. "So, what does it mean?"
Annabeth took a look at Percy's completely serious face, and banged her head against the table. "Percy, you are such a seaweed brain! That was an actual dream, you idiot!"
(a/n) Okay, as I write these last words, it is coming up on midnight. The above dream is proof of why my parents should lock me up at night. That, and I really need to go to sleep.
Peace out, peeps!