Chaos Descends

I Just Have Nightmares

I was dreaming. I was definitely dreaming. Gods I hoped I was dreaming. Because if I was awake, then this was worse than Hell. It was worse than Tartarus, if that's even possible. It was every worse nightmare I had ever had in my entire life. And I had a lot of nightmares to pull from.

I vaguely remembered that first dream I had when I got to Camp Half-Blood. I know that Tartarus was saying I was a good candidate for his whole, I'm going to possess your body until it turns into rotting flesh and I assume my real form, so there was a bunch of those dark tendrils reaching out and grabbing onto my ankles and wrists trying to pull me under but this dream was somehow worse than that one.

I was never one to be afraid of the dark. It was almost a comfort really. At night you can see the moon and the stars and those are both really beautiful things to me. I recalled one of my first conversations with Nico where he asked me if I was scared of him, if I was afraid of the dark. I had said no, which was true. I didn't think he was a scary guy so I wasn't afraid of physical darkness or metaphorical darkness.

But this dream reminded me of the foreshadowing ones I used to have before I found out I was a Half-Blood, or I guess full blood, the ones that I could barely remember upon waking.

I would wake up, or I guess maybe just appear on this flat plane of rock, maybe dirt. It was solid, I was standing on it but I couldn't really tell that it was there because everything was just black. The sky or ceiling above me was black everything forward, behind and sideways of me was black. I couldn't see anything beyond the hand in front of my face. Which really, only could be seen when it was centimeters from my face.

Then I would begin to hear noises or voices. They were faint and you could only hear them for a second but they freaked me out. They terrified me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and chills ran down my spine. My heart would begin beating at an exceptional rate and my breathing would get heavier like I had already run a mile.

I could take off in any direction but without seeing here I was going or what was in front of me, I wasn't sure if I was getting any closer to whatever was making those sounds or father away. Every time I ran from one direction to the next, the noises seemed to get farther away and then closer. I was reminded of some old nursery rhyme,

What goes bump in the night? What makes you scream?
Close your eyes tight, perhaps it's a dream.
Try not to cry and don't show any fear.
They're killers of the night and when you're afraid, they appear.
Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dead.
Out they'll come a slithering, from underneath your bed.

I get this sickening feeling that I'm being watched, I'm being followed. They're on my tail or their right in front of me. I don't want to scream and there's no one to call out to help me. If I make a sound it'll hear me. If I don't move fast enough it'll catch me.

Panic sets in and it feels like my heart is about to beat right out of my chest. My hands are clammy and my stomach has twisted itself into a tiny thousand knots. I'm so sick I could throw up but I don't stop running. I can't stop running.

"You think you can run? You think you can make it?" A voice then hisses in my ear. I scream in fear before clamping my hand over my mouth. I heard them. I just heard them but I can't see them. If I swing out, I can't touch them. "You can't fight what you can't see." The voice hisses and it feels so close. Close enough to feel their breath on my neck. I whimper into my hand. "Remember the taste of the steely cold blade and poison little girl because I'm sure, you'll feel it again very soon."