Author's note - this story came from a song I heard. The song really has nothing to do with the story. But a couple of the lines gave me the whole story. Sorry all the Bella and Edward fan's this story suits Alice and Jasper so much better.

DREAMS FROM A BOTTLE

Chapter 1

I had just finished boarding up the windows of my grandmother's house. She had passed away a few months ago. But a hurricane or tropical storm was coming our way. By the time, it hit us we wouldn't know if it would be a hurricane or have been downgraded to a tropical storm. It was predicted to be a class 2 hurricane. The surf was already way up and it had been rained for three days now. My sail boat had been moved inland by a friend of the family. I owned a twenty-five foot sail boat that I loved and lived on. I had a permanent dock down in Florida, but I had been up in Sunset Beach, North Carolina for the last three months with my grandmother. Now I had to protect her house and myself through the hurricane. The beach was empty of other homes in both directions for a quarter of a mile. I love the quiet of this town and the beach. Yet in thirty minutes, I could be in a small city if I wanted. In ten minutes, I could be in the small town of Sunset Beach that I had grown up in and gone to school in.

I had all the supplies down in the basement to get through the hurricane. My battery powered radio, spare batteries, food, water, battery powered flashlight and my journals. I had a cot, sleeping bag and pillow. I also had a second supply of goods in a bathroom upstairs if the basement flooded, though that had never happened in all the storms that had hit here. My grandfather had built his wife a secure home.

The basement was too dark for me to paint in; I left my equipment stored in a closet in the center of the house. I was twenty-eight years old had gone to college and gotten my bachelors in fine art. While in college, I had some luck with my watercolor paintings. I also loved to paint murals. There were five in my grandmother's house alone. My name had been passed around and I had done about twenty murals all over the country now. I had also succeeded with my water colors and my paintings were in five galleries in New York, Florida, local South Carolina one and of course here in Sunset Beach. My parents had died eight years ago while I was in college. I was their only child. They hadn't been able to have other children after me.

I didn't want to be tied to a house after their house had burnt down all those years ago. The fire started in my parent's room and my parents had no chance to escape. After about a month in any particular house, I would head back to the boat I had bought. As long as it was floating, I was happy. I didn't need much and I really didn't want much. After my parents passed away, I bought the boat with part of my settlement of their estate and put the rest away as an investment. All I had was my grandmother and now she was gone. I had been sad and I knew I needed time to heal and time to move on. I was taking the time and painting. I enjoyed the ocean and walking on the beach whether I was painting on it or just looking at it. Plus I loved being on my boat in the ocean. I had sailed down to the Keys, the Florida coast, the Florida gulf coast, Georgia, South Carolina, and North Carolina. I was thinking about heading to Bermuda to paint there.

My grandmother and my mother had told me about their love stories with their husbands and wanting me to find love for myself. They both shared their love stories with me and even the stories of my great and great-great grandmother's stories. From everything I had heard and learned, I knew I wanted the perfect love affair and the perfect man for that love affair. I wouldn't settle for less; I hadn't either. I fell asleep that night was dreaming about the perfect man. Two hours later, I was startled awake by the noise of the wind, water, rain and storm pounding outside. I picked up my journals and started writing about the dreams that I had been having.

The dreams were about the tall handsome stranger that had come into my life just by walking down the beach one day. He was tall 6 foot 4 to my tiny 5 foot height. He was built, had a nice chest and tight stomach. It didn't look like an ounce of fat was on him. He has blue eyes, wild honey blond hair that looked good whether he had been running or combed for a date. I sat there and wrote about all the dates and my love story of the perfect nameless stranger.

I saw myself and a stranger sitting on my beach talking after we shoke hands and met. We sat and talked for awhile because our shadows got very long on the sand. The last glimpse of that scene was he and I picking up my painting supplies to carry up the beach.

Another vision I had was us standing in my kitchen cooking what must have been spaghetti sauce and drinking wine. Though it was a little fuzzy it looked like we had on the same clothes.

The next scene I watched man on my porch leaving a rose and a card and then leaving.

I laid my journal down in my arms and must have dozed off for a while but I was still thinking about the mystery man that was the same in my dreams. I had found my perfect man but he was only in my imagination. Please let me remember this. It will give me something to hold onto.

When I awoke this time I said, "Oh my," and then I had noticed it had been another few hours and the rain was still pouring down outside but I was dry and safe. I had some water and an apple. Then I picked up my journal and started writing about this haunting perfect man again.

This time while I was asleep I had seen…

I was ringing his doorbell. The perfect man was soon leaning against his front door frame. He picked up my bag of supplies. Then I'm working on one of the murals. I hear myself say, "Why aren't you staying in the master bedroom?" Then it jumps to sitting by the fire place eating dinner.

I open my front door to a florist saying, "delivery for Alice Juliet." "Thank you," I said. I took the box to my living room and opened it. I saw a dozen roses and there was a white one in the center. I pulled out the note that went with it and it said Alice the next line was blurry and then I could understand the last line – and You are that one. Jasper. The next thing I saw was the 2 of sharing a kiss.

Another date was watching us on my boat from sunrise to sunset. I saw us sailing, floating on the ocean and eating.

Another scene I saw was us having a Pajama party for just the two of us, watch movies, eat popcorn and play board games! Our date started with playing board games. We were in his new living room by his fireplace with our pizza dinner. Then I saw us on a couch watching a movie in pajamas eating popcorn.

I see a nice dinner at a restaurant I have never seen before with a really long car trip but it was really nice, too.

Next, I see us going to South Carolina on my sailboat for one of my art shows at that gallery. Take a horse-drawn carriage ride back to the boat after the showing. Jasper woke up early morning and went to the flower shop bought eleven red roses and 1 fake red rose so twelve all together, I put them on our bed for when she woke up I had a card that read I'll love you until the last rose dies.

After finishing up some more notes on my dreams of the perfect man, the hurricane had eased up. I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep through the storm. Another two or three hours and the heart of the storm would pass.

When I woke this time, there was a much calmer rain outside. The wind seemed almost nonexistent. I went upstairs and looked outside, the wind had really calmed down but I still couldn't go outside because of all the rain and flooding. I went back downstairs and made myself a snack and wrote some more notes of what I had dreamed about. I had even dreamed about a wedding proposal.

For Thanksgiving, he serves breakfast in bed, watch games with town's folk and eat turkey, then we come home and have dessert together on boat.

During Christmas holidays, drive around looking at the decorations on the houses. Then we decorated the houses together.

This is Christmas Eve. Go on the beach and cuddle on a blanket with candles all around, while you stare up at the stars and listen to the waves crash...Magical

This is Christmas day. Make a gourmet lobster dinner. Add the trimmings, put on some good music, and add candles.

New Years Eve, plan a weekend trip somewhere close, even if it's only an hour or two away. Call ahead to the hotel and have your dinner waiting in the room, along with flowers and dessert.

On Valentine's day, he brings her a dozen roses, they have dinner on her boat. He gives her a card and that sends her on a treasure hunt around their property. In the end she digs up a treasure chest and in the chest is a diamond ring with a million reasons to marry him.

I went back to sleep so peacefully rubbing where the engagement ring should be wondering if I would ever meet this man or if he was just that the perfect dream. Maybe my grandmother and mother had sent the dream to me to help me get through the hurricane.

A/N – Please read and let me know what you think of the start of this. As always this story is actually already complete and is in the process of being edited. Please hit the little review button and let me know what you think.