This is part 2 of a fiction piece. If you haven't already, I recommend you start from part 1 here.
And so it was my quest to find Hypnos.
I had spent years discovering the path to Nyx's court.
To find Hypnos...I was lost. Back to the libraries for me.
I left the court the way I came, back through twilight into the world I belonged to.
The problem with meeting with the night was that one becomes very very sleepy.
I laughed at the irony, knowing that I would soon enter Hypnos' domain--as we all do every night or so--but be no closer to him.
Though I was back in the world I belonged to, I was a long way from home. I came through the passage into a thick forest. Before I went on my way, I watched as the twilight changed to dawn and the passage closed.
It was only there at twilight.
I touched the tree that marked the passage. The things the tree must have seen would be wondrous. But that's for another time.
I returned to the cabin where I had stowed my things.
I pulled out my book and I wrote until my head was empty. As I tied it back shut, I was almost drunk with sleepiness.
I lay on the ground with my pack as a pillow and fell asleep as the sun touched my face.
"Hello there," her voice drifted towards me, lazily.
I jolted upright.
She sighed, slowly.
Another voice spoke, "There. Aren't you glad I came?" His voice was like caramel. It came from everywhere.
"I'm sorry I startled you," she said, stretching out the words as if they were a poem.
My eyes took a while to focus. In fact, they never quite did that.
"Am I dreaming? Am I hallucinating? Who are you?"
I must have sounded distressed.
"Yes, you are dreaming. You're also hallucinating, in a way. But it's all very necessary. It was the only way we could meet with you. You'll need to relax into it, ok?"
I relaxed. What else could I have done? I'm not used to lucid dreams and, after the encounter with Nyx, I knew that I was playing with powers much greater than mine.
I saw them. Sort of. I saw the idea of them. The way you get a notion of a person in a dream.
"Oh, good. I didn't know how else to do this!" She put her arms around me in greeting. "I'm Persithea. This is my husband, Morpheus."
Morpheus shook my hand. He looked like every hot guy I'd ever dreamed of all wrapped into one. Sort of.
"This isn't how I really look, child. It's just the form I take when I visit in dreams." He was almost apologetic about it. "My grandmother told us about your quest and Persithea wanted to meet you."
The names, which had seemed somewhat familiar to me, finally clicked into place. This was the god of dreams, the son of Hypnos. And next to him was--for all intents and purposes--the personification of altered consciousness: relaxation, hallucination, meditation, being stoned, a good trip, a bad trip. She giggled when she saw the realisation dawn on me.