Did I just have a dream about Hades????
I was walking through what I was first thought was just a dim outdoor market (underground. It was dark because we were underground). Streamers and blankets were strung through the trees, along with small fairy lights. It was crowded with people, and music was playing. A man was leading me through - we weren't touching though, he was clearly giving me space. His shirt sleeves were rolled up his forearms, his skin was dark, and his hair was tousled and he was explaining something to me. I wasn't listening.
We passed a fruit stand, and I pointed out a pomegranate with skin such a deep, dark red that it looked black in the dim lights. "Is that really a pomegranate?! That color is intense!" He watched me pick it up, eyebrow raised, and just the slightest pressure had it breaking open in my hands. The seeds looked more like rubies than fruit. We were in a market, I remembered. "Oh shit, I should pay for this-" I made to talk to the fruit seller, but he only grabbed my hands and curled my fingers around the fruit.
"Finish that," he told me, a smirk curling his lips. "Finish that and you can stay."
My last clear memory of the dream was lifting the pomegranate to my face - I have no idea whether I ate any of it.
