Okay so this isn't it. I changed my mind. It can't happen like this.

So this chapter is for all those people out there, who (like me), get the weirdest dreams possible and unlike the rest, remember it.

It is one of the things which everyone experiences, but no one writes it down. If they do, then I haven't read anything as such.

I am one of those people who dream a lot and remember the dreams and it's always the weirdest way in which reality can be portrayed or rather just my feelings. And when I wake up, I have the habit of searching for architecture and that leads to the search for crazy mythology.

When Percy had proposed for the first time, I had seen... well this:

I saw that I was standing on some sort of pavilion and there was Grover next to me saying something on a podium? Yeah that was it. And in front of me there was everybody I knew. My dad, Rachel and a bunch of other people and Luke was there too. At the last row, the unmistakable Percy Jackson and they were raising their hands turn by turn as if someone was calling roll.

It took me a little while to realize that I was being auctioned off. I watched in horror as one by one all of them started pulling out of the bid. Towards the end, Luke pulled out too leaving my fate to my father and Percy. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. Then I heard Grover say:

'Going once... Going twice... Sold to Mr. Percy Jackson', putting down him hammer with a bang.

I wanted to shout out to my father that it was fine, seeing his dejected expression at the same time, I wanted to beg him not to let Percy take me away. But I couldn't do either of that.

I watched as Grover pushed me aside to the side of the stage and put a dirty, dusty white cloth over me. I heard footsteps reach my way and heard Percy talk to Grover. I couldn't make out the words. Just then a hand grasped the edge of the cloth and just when I was about to be revealed, I woke up, sweating.

I did what I do during stressful times. I fished out my laptop and started searching for Greek myth.

This bit I read about how Hephaestus and Aphrodite got married.

Hephaestus, to get revenge on his mother, Hera, for throwing him off Mount Olympus when he was a baby sent a golden throne to her. And duh she got trapped. Despite the Gods' best efforts, they could not release her.

So Zeus announced, that whoever brought Hephaestus to Olympus, will get Aphrodite's hand in marriage. Aphrodite, thinking her love, Ares, would emerge victorious agreed.

But the couldn't find him anywhere. Only Hermes could and told Hephaestus of the situation and Hephaestus came willingly himself to Olympus and Aphrodite was forced to marry him. Poor girl. But more stupid than poor. She should have calculated all kinds of outcomes.

The next major dream that I had came ten days later when he proposed to me for the second time, Grover's birthday. This surpassed all heights of weirdness.

I saw Rachel sitting behind a huge desk with a baby giraffe on it. Small cute thing but it looked at me and grinned, after which I changed my opinion of him. Animals lower than the simians did not have the ability to show facial expressions. This had been plain creepy.

Grover was standing next to me, again and he seemed to be in extreme anguish and Juniper was trying to soothe him. In font of me, Luke and Percy were standing with huge smirks painted on their faces.

I looked down and saw that I was wearing black robes, that of a lawyer and Percy was too. I realized that I had lost the case for Grover and Juniper for the custody of the baby giraffe, or whatever the hell it was to Percy who was fighting against me for Luke.

I watched as they carried off the baby in their arms laughing.

Rachel gave me a you-anyway-can't-do-better-than-this expression and walked off. A very angry Juniper and a tearful Grover came and started shouting at me. I couldn't understand what the hell was happening and thank God, woke up.

This time I read how Athena was born.

Zeus, as usual, went about philandering, and this time he came across Metis and well, got her pregnant. And as the Greeks would have it, he heard a prophecy that one day his child would overthrow him just as Ouranos had been by Kronos and Kronos by him.

And, as usual, he ate Metis. Convenient, no? Well then. What was gonna happen? He cracked his skull during war or something like that or perhaps Athena couldn't take being in her mother's body which was in her father's body and burst out through his skull.

But she was smiling, and didn't overthrow her daddy-kin. Good for Zeus.

Two days after that I had yet another dream. And if I thought that the last one had been weird. Huh. I didn't even know what to call this one.

I was getting married. In a white bikini top which you tie behind your neck and at the back and white baggy pyjama bottoms. Yeah that. And with a veil.

I had no bridesmaids. Rachel? She was a groomsman. Or rather groomswoman. The other groomsman was Juniper. Don't ask me why! I didn't know.

My flower girl? Was Grover, dressed in a yellow dress, a sight I would never like to see again. I looked in front of me. I was getting married to Luke. At this point of time, I had stopped asking myself questions and walked towards the altar.

And no, Percy wasn't best man. That was that giraffe. Fully grown now, grinning at me,waiting for me to reach it. Or I don't know what. Percy was the most innocent here. He was marrying us, looking extremely happy as if he was getting married to the woman of his dreams. Like that was ever gonna happen.

Just as I reached the altar, and as soon as Luke's hand touched mine to pull me close for a kiss and I realized the vows had been said while I was walking, I woke up.

I hate my mind when it comes to cooking up stories for dreams. It was depressing. And most people have very vague memories or don't remember their dream at all. I was never one of those lucky ones. I've always had full high-definition dreams.

For the next few nights, he continued to haunt me with small small visions. Like him next to a beautiful black Pegasus. Him in an underwater castle talking to mer-people. Him standing next to a pine tree looking down at a valley filled with ripe strawberries.

I knew this was just my mind mixing up myths and Percy together. Things like this didn't trouble me as the rest of the disturbing dreams.

It was one in the morning, two weeks after the last proposal and twenty-four after the first one, I had just opened my e-mail and saw a mail from the man himself. I opened it and read the attachment. Initially, I thought it was one of those dreams again, but that couldn't be. I was awake.

Then I realized what I was reading. It was a taste of what was to come next. I didn't know he was gonna stoop this low. In my huge green half sleeved tee and black very short shorts which were not even visible and my old pink bunny slippers and just my phone, leaving the laptop, I made my way to his house. I didn't know he could do this.

Okay the next chapter would. Hehe. I would try and update weekly as I am supposed to but I can't promise anything.

And I am not doing the Nico di Angelo story. Hmm.

And people who like to read Greek stuff should check out Apollo's and Artemis' birth and also about Helen of Troy. How she was born, her sister and the drama going on there, the Elektra complex and what-not. I am thankful that I don't belong to that time.