i was born and raised in London, England. the only child to my mortal mother and step dad. from the beginning there was always something odd about me. as a baby i slept longer than most babies, often drifting off into quiet, heavy, slumbers that the doctors called “perfectly healthy” but always felt deeper than normal. my mam often joking about how i slept like the dead, but there was some nights where i woke up suddenly from dreams about places i have never seen with voices i’ve never heard, about some camp with swords, ugly orange coloured shirts, and lava climbing walls!?!
school in london was relatively normal on the surface. i attended private schools throughout most of my childhood, though i never seemed to fit in with the other students. i was quiet, observant, and often seemed distracted, as if my attention was somewhere else entirely. my teachers frequently complaining i looked half asleep in class (but who doesnt??) , even when i answered the questions perfectly. some classmates thought i was strange , while others assumed i was shy. i preferred it that way, being unnoticed meant fewer questions about the strange things that happened around me.
by the time i was thirteen i began to realise they weren’t just dreams at all. i could move through them deliberately, wandering through places that felt real and vivid. other times i found myself dreaming of things that hasn’t occurred yet, for example, i dreamed of my neighbours dog running away, 2 days later it happened. but the future i sometimes saw wasnt set in stone, i could influence or even change the outcome if i understood them quickly enough. at fourteen, i managed to prevent one of my classmates from walking onto the road, narrowly stopping them from getting hit by a double decker bus.
eventually weird stuff started occuring
the strange incidents began happening more often, moments where people around me suddenly felt overwhelming exhaustion or fell asleep without warning, when i was feeling stressed out. once during an argument at school, the whole classroom fell into instant sleep within minutes while i stood in the middle of it, where i was arguing with the teacher moments before about not wearing the correct shoes.
after that, my step dad expanded his business in the USA. moving to new york changed everything. my mam decided to tell me about my biological dad. hypnos. the greek god of sleep… everything strange that happened in my life suddenly had explanations. gods were real. demigods existed. and i am one?!??
Btw this is literally me looking at your account after a long week
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welcome to cabin 15 ! home to the children of hypnos, god (and personification) of sleep, hypnosis, illusions, and the father of dreams.
exterior ⋆˚࿔
made out of cottonwood. red poppies growing wild around the front of the cabin. dreamcatchers hanging by windows. moss climbing the wooden pillars by the doorway. the faint smell of chamomile in the air. a porch swing covered with the softest blankets.
interior ⋆˚࿔
navy / deep blue accent decor. a poplar tree branch from the underworld that drips water from the river lethe into a tin bowl. beverage station filled with different kinds of tea , hot chocolate & coffee. lamps. candles. beds with pillows that are always cold both sides
