This dream started out even weirder than the other ones. I was walking over to the side of a road, walking out of the woods, when I heard what sounded like the world’s biggest pig scream. I looked up and nearly dropped dead right there. I found myself looking at a pig that was around four to five hundred feet tall, and had wings the size of a 740. I noticed that, instead of a spear, I had what looked like a combination between an axe and a spear. I have no idea what that would be called.
I had a contingent of around three hundred demigods at my disposal, and around thirty god-lings as well. That is when one of the younger gods stepped forward and said, “Well it looks like its time for The Hunt to show up, don’t you think?”
I looked at the guy, and noticed that he had purple eyes, a purple beard, and the rest of his outfit was purple as well. (Weird, huh?). I stared at him for a minute before replying. “Dionysus, if The Hunt came we would all be fighting. Do you seriously believe that Pan is going to send us a blessing from the Wild against one of his own creatures?”
Dionysus (I don’t know how to spell his name), had turned bright red at this point and was looking down at the grass that he was standing on. He decided to reply to me after a minute of this though. “Helios, Helios, Helios … do you seriously believe that Pan is just going to stand here and watch the Titans use his own creation against us? How absurd to suggest such a thing, you coddled old fool!”
I turned bright red at this point as well. “Dionysus, you know as well as I that our Father never coddled me ... how dare you even toy with the thought!” That is when the giant pig thing, which I don’t know the name of, decided to charge. However, before it could get more than one hundred feet it was struck by a bolt of blue lightning. Then I heard a voice from the sky shout, “Gods young and old! Now is the time to take a stand for Olympus and the Modern Age of Man!” That is when I woke up. What is with my dreams ending so abruptly, anyone know?
