The dream.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast. At sword skills I sent a few people that I weren't fighting to the big house medical place (I forgot what it was called) and proved that I'm only good with a spear. In Greek mythology, with the satyr named Grover, I learned nothing. In lunch I learned how not to eat food. In wrestling I gave a few people bloody noses, including myself. In firework making I made the biggest firework I've ever seen and am hoping to shoot it off Friday night. At free time I worked on my spear techniques with Thalia, because I heard that capture the flag was Friday night. At dinner I ate (Bet you would have never guessed that), in archery knockout I hit a few targets in the first ten minuets, unlike the Apollo kids who hit four times as much as me in the first hour. And finally on the camp fire sing along, well just guess what we did.

Walking Thalia to her cabin once again I said, "Today went by pretty fast. Didn't it?"

She was quite even when she walked into her cabin but I could still her say, "Goodnight."

When she closed the door I said walking away, "Ya my day was good. Is that too hard to say?" As I walked into Hermes cabin I saw no one was in there, but I decided to worry about that later. Like tomorrow.

That night I had a dream. A dream like no other. At first I thought I was in a cave, but after I could get up I realized there were people a while away. I ran up to them and tried to ask where I was. When I tried to touch one my hand fell right through him. Starting to get a little worried I looked around. I saw where I woke up because my spear was next to the imprint of my body. I decided to walk over there and try to figure out how I got where I am. First I looked up and couldn't see anything but darkness. So I looked around again and saw a giant hole. It looked like some people, a lot of people, tried to dig a huge pool, but made a really big drain.

Something made me want to believe that I was suppose to know where I was, but something also made me think I shouldn't know where I was. I decided to walk towards the scar in the ground and the closer I got the more it started to sound like a monster truck engine running as fast as it could. Soon I figured out it was someone trying to talk. He must have been speaking Greek because I only understood every other word he said. When I got to the edge I looked down and knocked some loose rocks into it. I thought I heard someone walk up behind me, but right before I did I heard the voice say, "There is no bottom. Not for you. If you were to fall in there, you would starve before you got there." Then I knew there was someone behind me, so I whipped around and saw a human. Well at least I thought he was human. He smiled wickedly and tried to push me into the hole, but I ruined his dreams, grabbed his arm, pulled him to me, and flung him into the hole. I watched him fall, and fall, and fall, and fall, until I couldn't see him anymore.

I was a little mad at myself that I just killed something humanish. Not knowing what to do, I sat down and waited trying to remember what happened. "I went to sleep in Hermes cabin…that's it." I said to myself. After a few minuets I started to get tired, but before I could even yawn I got kicked into the hole by someone. And immediately I knew that the voice was sort of right. Yes, I would die before I got to the bottom. No, I would not die from starvation. I would die from lack of oxygen. I could feel the air being taken from my lungs. 'No way to breath, no way to know what would happen next, no way to…' I knew my brain would eventually die from lack of oxygen, but this was to fast. So I figured it out. I knew I was in the underworld, I knew I was falling into Tartarus, I knew that the person I through in here was a demigod, I knew the person that was talking to me was Kronos. I knew he was trying to make this as real as possible but he's never been human so he doesn't know how we react with these kinds of things. I knew he was watching me. But most importantly was I knew this was a dream.

I smiled. "You don't scare me Kronos!" I yelled. "You don't control my dreams, I do!" And with that I made everything disappear. I made sure there was nothing, not even sand, not even air, not even color. It wasn't white, wasn't black, wasn't any color. "I have control now."

"Foolish mortal, do you think you can overpower me?" I heard him boom.

"Foolish? Mortal? Oh right I am a mortal, but foolish?" I could feel by brain go in overdrive as I fought him for control of my dream. Just then I heard a click from behind, and I snapped my head to look back. I guess I wasn't suppose to do that because what I saw was a few bags and a cabin full of, either Hermes kids or unclaimed kids.

Do you ever have that night? It's a good dream, but there's something you want to do and when you try to do it you wake up. I hate those.