(A/N Hi everyone! I've been updating kind of quickly lately. . . for this story, at least.)

I was asleep. Again.

I was walking down that hallway. Again.

The lights on the wall flickered, and the shadows seemed to dance.

Again.

It was literally the exact same dream as the night before. The dark hallway with dim, flickering lights; the eyes in the darkness; the voice: it was all the same.

I tried to hear what the voice said, but I still couldn't seem to make it out.

Then, the dream disappeared. My vision was completely black, but I couldn't open my eyes. I was still dreaming.

All of a sudden, there was a bright flash of color. It would've blinded me. There was bright yellow, pink, red, orange, blue, purple, and any other color you could think of.

What on Earth?

When the colors cleared, I was standing on a cloud. My other dream could have been real; it seemed fantasy, but it was a recurring dream, which only happened to me when it was real. But this one, this one was being made straight from my subconscious.

I was on a cloud, a huge, white, puffy, fluffy cloud that went on for as far as the eye could see. I could see a rainbow. There were animals playing around. This was like a movie.

Just no.

I closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them, I was in a forest. There was a trail of spiders, and I saw three kids, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but they looked like cartoon characters.

"Why can't it be follow the butterflies?" I heard Ron ask.

Much better, I thought. But then I blinked, and when I opened them, I was somewhere else.

There were two people in grey and green camouflaged cloaks. They were outsider a hut by a castle. They held bows and had a quiver of arrows. I watched as the older one, who was Halt, taught the younger one, Will, to use a bow.

Then, I blinked again.

I opened my eyes and saw a man dressed in black and a boy in front of him with a large colorful sword.

"I am your father," the one in black said.

I blinked.

I saw a battle going on. There was a large group of people who seemed to be super heroes. I watched as one turned into a huge green monster. Then, I heard one of them curse and another one shout, "Language!"

I blinked. My vision was black again, but I still couldn't open my eyes. I was still dreaming. Well that wasn't from my imagination. Those were from books and movies.

Then, I blinked again.

I was back on the cloud with the animals playing and the rainbow.

"Dam it," I muttered. I had thought I was done with this weird cloud dream. It was way too. . . happy. Something would go wrong.

And I was right.

I knew that I was right for sure when a rhino came around a cloud corner. It saw me and charged.

No, I thought. Not the rhino!

So let me tell you the deal with the rhino.

When I was little, I had n imaginary friend. It was a rhino. One day it was feeling bad, and told me that it was because he was a rhino, and no one likes a rhino. Everyone made fun of him. Even though he was an imaginary friend that no one knew about.

So I told him, in an attempt to make him feel better: "Don't listen to what others say. Rhinos are just chubby unicorns."

Apparently rhinos don't want to be chubby unicorns.

"I'm a chubby unicorn?" It had exclaimed. "I'm fat? Well that's nice!" He charged me, and then I had decided to stop having imaginary friends.

I didn't mean to make him feel bad!

I just wasted time telling you all that. He was a foot away, and for some reason I couldn't move.

It's just a dream, I thought. I can't get hurt, right?

Wrong.

The chubby unicorn trampled me.

Ouch.

I could feel it as if it were happening while I was awake. But I've never been trampled by a chubby unicorn before. How would my subconsciousness know what it feels like?

And then I died.

Well, I dream died. I died in my dream. So not literally, but it's as if I did.

"Great," I muttered. "I survive fighting a Greek monster just to get trampled to death by an imaginary chubby unicorn."

My vision went black. And then, finally, I opened my eyes.

"Well that was the worst nightmare ever," I murmured. I rubbed my eyes, wincing slightly when pain shot through me.

The nightmare with the chubby unicorn didn't have any physical affect on me, luckily. The pain from it went away when I woke up.

But my broken bones still hurt. A lot.

Because of the fight with Mrs. Dodds, my bones had been re-broken, as had a few other bones that hadn't been broken yet from when I fell out of the bed.

I looked over to the chair by the bed and saw the first doctor.

"What on Earth were you dreaming about?" The doctor said. "You fell out of your bed at one point, broke some new bones and broke some that were already broken. . ."

I furrowed my brows, which hurt my nose when I moved it. Must've broken it.

"What about Mrs. Dodds?" I asked.

"Who?" The doctor asked, puzzled. "There is no Mrs. Dodds. It must've been part of your dream. I've been here the whole time."

"No," I protested. "You left, and there was a doctor named Mrs. Dodds, and she turned into a Fury from Greek mythology and tried to kill me!"

I realized how weird that sounded.

"Okay, maybe it was a dream," I muttered. But I didn't think so. I knew it hadn't been a dream. "But I had weirder dreams too. . ."

"Weirder dreams than that?" The doctor muttered disbelievingly.

"Yes," I said. "I didn't know that my imagination could be so weird. I was on a weird cloudy island with animals playing and stuff. I was trampled by a chubby unicorn."

The doctor blinked. "What?"

"A rhino," I said. "It was my imaginary friend when I was, like, three. I told it that rhinos were just chubby unicorns years ago. And now he returned and trampled me to death!"

The doctor stared for a moment before just shaking her head and sighing. I would've laughed if it didn't hurt to move.

The doctor got down to business.

"You're going to have to stay here for a few weeks," the doctor said. "Considering you have no living relatives to live with anymore, you're going to have to go to Foster Care."

I paled.

That might have been worse than being trampled by a chubby unicorn.

A/N So, for the record, not all foster parents are bad. I know that, so please don't take any offence, anyone.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series. That's Rick's series, not mine.

~ShatteringThe4thWall