4. My Dream Mom Gets Drunk

I had a really weird dream that night. I mean, really weird.

It started off at sunset, at some kind of cliff-side cave. The sky was a beautiful orange, dotted with small wispy pink clouds. There was deep water, literally right under me, where the cliff jetted out. I was just standing there alone. A calm, cool breeze ran through my hair, and I could smell the thick essence of the salt from the ocean below me.

I could see two people conversing outside the cave, in the distance, but I couldn't tell exactly who they were. I never met them; I hadn't even seen them before in my life…or so I thought…This was kind of weird, since they say that most of the time dreams portray faces you've seen before in your life. But that didn't really matter now, I guessed.

I turned around, and walked toward the cave just because I kind of felt like I had no choice. Something was making me walk toward that cave. Something was controlling me like a puppet on strings.

But then again, It wasn't like I was really there. It just seemed like I was.

I entered the dark cave, full of creepy stalagmites and stalactites that made my stomach feel light. I wasn't afraid since it was only a dream, but this place sure was eerie…

I found the two people once again, and I hid behind a large rock so that they wouldn't know I was there.

"Mom," One of them said, "There's no way out, I've already checked. They've trapped us."

The mother groaned disgustedly. Her speech was slurred. "There has to be a way out…" She said drunkenly, "Don't they know who I am?"

They started to come closer to me, and I could almost recognize them. I could have sworn one of them looked like my sister, despite the fact that I hadn't seen her in about eight years. I crawled out from behind the rock halfway, as quietly as I could so that I could get a closer look.

"I really don't think they care who you are, Mom." The younger of the two said. I realized how long they must have been stuck here because they looked and smelled like they hadn't showered in days. Remarkably, the drunken mom was gripping a wine bottle, even though they were in the middle of nowhere.

"Of course they do, honey," The mom said, and almost slipped on the watery floor. "Everyone knows who I am,"

"Right…" The daughter said, and they were now three feet away from me. I could have sworn that the girl was my sister Haley. I mean, she looked just like her, just way older…So that would mean the conceited drunk would have to be my mother.

I shifted my weight, and Haley suddenly froze and her eyes darted around the cave. "Stay still," She whispered loudly, "I think they're coming back…"

Who was coming back?

"I bet this is Joaitha's doing…" Now I knew this was my mother, and I was instantly reminded of why I hated her. "That girl was never any good."

"Mother!" Haley practically shouted, only in a whisper. Good for her. Nice to know someone was actually on my side.

That's when something grumbled loudly, and Haley scrambled into a crevice into the wall dragging my drunk mother with her. Then there were footsteps. And they kept getting closer, and closer, and louder and louder…I, myself was really scared as well.

I searched frantically through all of my pockets for my penny but it wasn't there. Tears of fear streamed down my face, and I muffled a scream with my hand.

I'd never been so afraid in my life.

Then, I felt water hit my face. I screamed louder.

"Jo!" Percy yelled. I opened my eyes, right as water hit my face again. "Tyson, she's awake," Percy mumbled.

"Oh," Tyson replied, placing a third cup full of water back onto a night stand. "Sorry,"

I sat up, alert, and kind of surprised that I found myself back in cabin 3.

"W-what?" I stammered, while half awake. Percy backed away from me, with a devilish grin on his face.

"Have a bad dream?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

I nodded silently. My eyes flitted puzzled around the room.

"Did it seem real?" He asked me.

"How did you know?" I muttered, surprised.

"Well, everyone here has dreams like that." He explained coolly, taking a sip out of the water that wasn't poured over my head. "What was it about?" He asked me nonchalantly.

I explained the entire thing to him, starting with how I was standing on the cliff above the ocean. He asked me to describe the setting a little bit more, so I did. Then, he got this graven expression on his face like we were in ultimate deadly peril since my dream took place on some desolate cliff.

He probably was one of those psychos who are obsessed with those books that are like dictionaries, where you look up something that was in your dream and it describes what it means…

Like right now he was probably figuring that since I was standing on a cliff I was suicidal…

I mean, that's how it goes, right?

Ugh. I've spent way too much time at Cahill.

Anyway, I explained the entire thing. Like how I found out that my mother and sister were trapped there, and my mother was drunk. I even added my thoughts on how sorry I was for my poor unfortunate sister…since she was trapped there with my mother.

"…And it seemed real?" Percy repeated, this time, there was a note of fear in his voice.

"Yeah," I said, my eyes slightly narrowed. I wanted to know what he was up to. There was a note of confusion in my voice, which I had strummed purposely. "I just told you that…" I added.

He ignored my last statement, rose, and rushed over to the window nervously. He gazed out the window, as Tyson finished off what was left of that water that wasn't poured on my head.

Percy ran his fingers through his hair, and turned to me. "We have to go see Rachel," He said.

A/N: Thanks for reading/reviewing! It's what keeps me writing! =)
I also need some help… I'm having trouble coming up with a prophecy! So if you're wicked clever and suuper cool, and you can come up with one for me, please leave one and I may use it/parts of it in the next chapter! THANKS! =)