I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I wish I did but I don't. But I will tell what I do own… three copies of New Moon.

Wanted to give a HUGE shout out to my pre reader and the pusher of this fic… Lady Tazz. What would I do with out her pushing and pushing and pushing me to continue to write this fic and find me a beta and then to read what I send and then to push me to post this sucker! I owe you more than you know it!

A HUGE shout out to my beta! EdwardsChipper… no words! For taking me on like you do when you have so much on your plate already, I am honored that you read and correct, read and correct and then correct my work again! I am forever in your debt. Hugs and kisses and my life!

PROLOGUE

Dreams. Sweet dreams, horrible dreams, colorful dreams, dark dreams, no dreams at all. Dreams are what you live your life for. Dreams are smaller versions of your life, and in them you can make anything happen, one at a time or all together. They will make you laugh. They will make you cry. They will also make you cry out at night. They sometimes even catch you during the day, daydreaming. You can do anything in your dreams. You could play an instrument. You can become a singer. You can become a doctor or maybe even the President. You can marry your one true love and have a dozen babies and live happily ever after. Or they can be horrible and mirror exactly what has happened in your life. One thing is for sure, it's your dream and nobody can change it, except for you.

As any ordinary day goes, I get up, get dressed, go to work, go home, enjoy single life and then go to bed, only to do everything all over again the next day. Sometimes, it feels like that movie, Groundhog Day, where I keep reliving the same day over and over again. Nothing ever changes for me, but at night, when my dreams come alive, that is a different story. I can be any body I want. I can do anything I want. I can be happy or sad, grumpy or euphoric. I also can have terrifying dreams as well- dreams that cause you to lose sleep over, only to dream them again and again, night after night.

That's me.

I am just an average twenty something woman, living with roommates in the heart of New Orleans. We lived in a house not far from Audubon Park in the uptown area. Most houses there date back to the early 18th century or older. It was a family present given to me when I graduated from college, studying to become a historian first and a musician second. I was handed the house that was slowly deteriorating away, and was told to do what I like. After researching the history of the house and a little help, I was able to restore it and permanently live there. While in college, I became friends with two girls, Jessica and Angela, with whom I now share the house. Angela was an elementary teacher and Jessica held down some odd jobs at bars and clubs. I was walking around the city one day, stumbled upon this tiny little bookshop, and fell in love. The shop was old, musty and falling apart but I loved the feel of it so much that I started to work there. I also started to collect other historical and older books and bring them into the store. It was family owned, so when the owner of eighty-one years died and no heir was around to claim it, the family offered it to me. I was stupid not to take that chance, to be my own boss and stuff. That's what dreams are made of right? It was hard at first, trying to get something this old, that catered to the older generation of the city, to appeal to the younger crowd of my age. As the bigger book stores moved in and our little shops felt the pressure, most of them closed. Most, but not mine. I was able to keep it open, mainly because my friends and a few low key clients, who loved the idea of a tiny book shop with a home like feel to it. I did have to put in a coffee machine, but after a while, I got over it.

One dream down, a few more to go.

After a few months of running the shop, I began to let others do the hard work. I started to step aside and train a few to take over the books and purchasing. It gave me more time to concentrate on my other passion, playing music. I also joined the symphony as well and traveled throughout the country.

But something big was about to happen to me. Ordinary me. I did not even see it coming. It just happened one day, like out of a dream that you don't want to wake up from. A dream you try to play over and over again. A dream that makes you realize exactly what you want whilst trying to pull you in the opposite direction. One dream that I never dreamt before, was going to lead me in a direction I never thought I would take, and change my life forever.

Tuesdays will be my posting day for now… it may change, depending on RL crap.

Enjoy and l look forward to your reviews and any and all constructed criticisms! Thanks