It was a beautiful night. It was one of those nights that just make you happy, no matter what was going on in your life. You know? There's not a lot of nights like it. To bad it was a dream.

That was the thing about dreams. They were always too good to be true, or too horrible to possibly be real. Or just plain crazy. There was never anything in between. Well, that is if you're talking about any other dreams except for mine. My dreams, unfortunately, couldn't be more realistic. That's because they are real. I get the wonderful gift of seeing things in my dream. Things before they happen, when they are happening, or things that have already happened. It's like this every night. Most of the dreams, however, are complete bullshit. Like one night, I dreamt of this old Chinese lady eating breakfast. An apple to be exact. A very big, red, juicy apple. Then , the next day, I'm walking through the supermarket and I see the same lady. Now, you couldn't mistake this lady for some one else. No, she was a one of a kind, this woman. Her hair was neatly put up in this cute little bun, with two wooden chopsticks popping out of the black tangle of hair. And when she smiled, two little dimples popped up on either side of her mouth, and every deeply etched wrinkle revealed itself. Like she had smiled while eating her apple that morning, and like how she was smiling in the supermarket when she was picking up that same delicious apple.

I never saw the woman again, nor did I dream about her. Many of my nights are wasted on dreams like these. Dreams that have no point. Dreams like this one.

Like I was saying, it was a beautiful day out. I was in this dream. I never really like being in my dreams. It's very…unsettling. I don't like seeing parts of my own life.

Anyway, there I was, with two cute little black braids hanging down on either side of my head. That was the only good thing about seeing me in my dreams. I always managed to make myself look cuter than I really am. Standing next to me was this guy. I've never seem him before, which is a clear sigh that this is a dream of the future. Or DOF, like I like to call it. It helps me organize my journals. OH! My journals! I have three separate journals, all dedicated to my dreams. One journal, the purple one with black diagonal stripes, is for my dreams of the past, or DOP. The pink journal with the lime green polka dots is for my dreams of the 'now', Or DON. Then you have the light blue journal with one single horizontal while stripe going across the middle of it. This one is all for the dreams of the future. DOF. That's where this dream is going to go. I like to keep these journals to organize my thoughts, you know? Like the dreams that /are/ important will be safe and sound in these little journals. All I need to do is look back in them, and it's like reliving the dream again.

Focus, Kate.

Okay, so where were we? Oh, yeah. I was walking through the woods with this guy. And let me tell you, this guy was definitely a cutie. He was darker skinned, and by his accent, I'd say he spoke Spanish. But it was his eyes that just caught your attention. They were gorgeous, and seemed to just suck you into his world. I focused my attention away from his eyes, and took a good look at what we were doing. That was what surprised me. I was holding hands with this guy. A guy that I've never even seen up until now! But…it was just so….amazing. Walking through the woods, holding hands with a guy that clearly loved me. The whole thing seemed to be in slow motion. I felt like a never wanted to leave it, leave him.

Then, before I knew it, things started to speed up. I mean, really speed up. One second I was holding hands with this gorgeous guy, and the next second, things spun out of control.

His hand got yanked out of my hand.

I saw him being tackled to the ground in front of me.

He was fighting someone. Wrestling. Trying to get free.

I tried to run to him, determined to help him. But I saw something holding me back.

Someone holding me back.

And the last thing I saw was a pair of pointy teeth dig into the guy's neck.

The guy I was just holding hands with had turned into a vampire.

I woke up with beads of sweat on my forehead. My breathing was fast and uncontrolled. I laid there in bed for a while, thinking about the dream I just had. None of it made any sense to me. First of all, vampires don't exist. Well, I bet there are people that say that people who see things in their dreams don't exist either. But that's different. Dream of the future, present, and past are one thing. But vampires? That was crazy! But…I just saw it. And I've never had a dream that's just a dream. All my dreams are real, and that's what's really scaring me.

I heard my mom's voice shouting my name from downstairs, and she said something else. She was probably telling me to get my butt out of bed and get ready, but I couldn't hear her from up here. With a sigh escaping my full lips, I slowly got out of my bed. I took a long, hot shower, thinking about the dream I had just woken up from. I had to prove that the dream was real or unreal. The only thing I could think of was to just go one with my life. If I saw the same guy I saw in my dream, then that proved that it was real. I would just have to pretend that I never had the dream, and act like everything was back to normal. Which was what I did. I finished getting ready, ran down stairs, had a cup of orange juice, and left the house quickly. I got into my OBFC (old, but functional car), and drove off to my school.

I'm a junior in high school, and its half way through the year already. I'm not superuberfantastically popular, but I have my group of friends. Very good friends, at that. But love-wise, I'm single and have been all year. I've had people ask me out, you know? It's just hard to explain. Ever since Dan, I've just never been able to open up to a guy. You could say that I'm afraid to get hurt, but I don't like admitting that to myself. It just sounds so weak.

I pulled up to school, parked, grabbed my bag, and got out of my OBFC. I went through the normal 'hey, wassup?' routine, before I finally got to my locker. I opened it up, stuffed my bag in there, and grabbed the books I needed for my next class. So far, everything was normal and boring. That was, until I started walking to my first class. I had barely taken two steps from my locker when I saw a guy walking towards me. A guy with gorgeous eyes. The guy that was in my dream. The guy that would turn into a vampire.