A/N: Here it is. My new story. Here's the story behind it. I actually had this dream...granted it didn't have any of the Twilight characters in it, but nonetheless...it was definitely a creepy dream.. I hope you like it. My beta for this and every other story I write or plan on writing is Jadiona.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, but I do own the dream.

~Dreaming~

~ Fire ~ Smoke ~ Heat ~ Screams ~

~ Friends ~ Family ~ Enemies ~ Strangers ~

I woke from a horrible dream crying and drenched with sweat. Running my hands over my face and sitting up in bed, I try to catch my breath. All I can remember from my dream is the fire and screams; people running from the fire.

Looking over at the green LED display on my alarm clock, I realize it would be useless to go back to sleep now, so I get up and pull on a pair of sweats. I need to go for a run to rid myself of this tension left over from the dream. I head outside to the damp moisture and pale grey sky. The sun was just coming up from the east, but the town of Forks still sleeps. Only a few birds are out singing the song of a new day. I run down the street from my father, Charlie's, house. I ran for thirty minutes not seeing anything except the blur of green passing by on my sides, and the grey of the road in front of me. I keep trying to pull up more of the dream from the recesses of my mind, but only remembering a few more details; a room filled with people, my friends and I had separated; Jessica and two other girls that I had never seen before; one tall gorgeous blonde and a short cute brunette. The next I remember is the fire, hot, and thick smoke.

Finally I returned home, sweaty and out of breath. Charlie was sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking his morning coffee. He looked at me and grunted. We were never exceptionally verbose so I just nodded and went upstairs to take my shower and get ready for school. I was a senior at Forks high school, planning on going to Washington College in Maryland to earn a degree in Literature. I had always loved reading and sometimes writing my own stories, just for the hell of it.

After taking my shower and dressing for school in my regular uniform of blue jeans, chucks and sweatshirt, I made my way downstairs to get a quick breakfast of toast and strawberry jam. After eating my toast I looked at the clock on the microwave and sighed; time to go to school.

I walked out of the house and locked the door behind me, running in the steady rain – that had descended on our little corner of the world after my run – to my truck. It wasn't flashy by any means, but it was sturdy and dependable, even if it was loud.

Pulling into the parking lot of the school, I noticed a new shiny car. There was no one in it, but people I knew surrounded it. I got out of my truck, pulled on my rain coat, and walked over to the crowd. Jessica was standing in the middle and everyone was focused on her, and I could tell that she loved being the center of attention. "Jess, is this your new car?" I asked.

"No, it belongs to the new students. There are five of them," she told me.

I just shrugged and made my way to my first classroom. I wasn't worried about the new students. Hell, I had been one a couple of years before, so I didn't envy them. They were fresh meat.

I walked into my class and saw the teacher talking to someone I hadn't seen before. She was short and brunette. I shook my head; no, it was crazy. She turned and looked at me, and I gasped. I couldn't believe it! The girl from my dream… was here… in my classroom. This was just too crazy. How could she be here? How had I dreamed of her last night? I'd never seen her before.

When I saw her I felt everything in my body go numb. My vision started to blur. How is this possible? How can the girl from my dream be here… in my classroom? I felt like I was living in the twilight zone. I sat down, heavily, in my seat and rested my head on my arms which were on my desk. This can't be happening. Surely she's not the same girl… it can't be. I heard someone walk up towards my desk and put their books in the seat next to me. I barely raised my head and looked over. It was the new brunette sitting there. She looked at me and gave me a shy smile. "Hi, I'm Alice."

I sit up in my seat and try to smile back. I really hoped that it didn't look like a grimace. Manners were engrained into me from childhood. "I'm Bella." We didn't talk anymore during class because the teacher started on a new lecture about Shakespeare.

My next class was uneventful. I listened in on the gossip from the other students who had classes with the other new kids. They described one as a bulky guy, one guy was tall, another guy was hot, but of average build. One girl looked like a blonde model, and I already knew about the brunette, Alice. It sounded like their appearances were anything but hereditary as if they weren't related at all. Third period was much the same as second until the one they described as a tall blonde boy walked in. He looked like a Swedish model except his eyes were golden, rather than blue. He also looked familiar to me. I just couldn't place where; maybe a magazine or poster for Abercrombie & Fitch. Then everything went black.

~ White room ~ Gasoline ~ Fire ~ Smoke ~

I woke up in the nurse's office, having a hard time breathing. I started piecing together more parts of my dream. I was in a white room with a lot of other people. People I had never seen before. I heard screaming, and then people were pushing past me to the back of the room. I could smell gasoline. A dark figure was pouring gas all over the floor. He was laughing as he did it. He then splashed some on me. I tried to turn away and run, but people were crowded behind me creating a wall. Then the blonde guy… the one that had walked into my classroom stood right in front of me and pulled out a match. The gleam in his eye was deadly.

Now I was lying on an examination table holding a bag of ice to my forehead. I had passed out and fell to the ground, hitting my head on the way down. I looked to my left and the nurse was standing there talking to the blonde guy. He looked over at me with a concerned expression on his face.

I couldn't believe that this was happening twice in one day; first, with the brunette girl in my English class, and now, this blonde boy. I started hyperventilating again when his eyes met mine. Then I felt a wave of calm wash over me. It was the strangest feeling; almost like it wasn't my emotions at all.

The nurse rushed over to check on me and said, "How are you feeling, dear?"

"Um… I'm okay I guess."

"Well, you're lucky that Jasper was there. He rushed you right here after you fell and bumped your head. I don't think that old Mr. McGowan could have carried you here. Everything seems to be fine with you, except you may have a bit of a headache. Jasper will escort you back to class."

Shit, I really didn't want to be alone with him. He may be a perfectly nice guy, but my dream had to have meant something. Was he dangerous? I took a deep breathe when he grabbed my arm to help me off of the table. He didn't say anything to me at all on the walk back to our class. It was almost like he was holding his breath. I chanced a peek at him through the curtain of my hair between us. He had a look of pure concentration on his face. I was scared to think what he might be thinking about. Was he trying to figure out a way to hurt me without getting caught? After that thought, he turned quickly to look at me. I caught a glimpse of a grin before I swiftly moved my eyes to look at the ground. Once we arrived back at the classroom I quickly walked over to my seat at the front of the room. Jasper was seated at the back of the class, so I didn't get a chance to say anything to him. I didn't even know what to say. Thank you? You scare me? So it was a good think I didn't sit next to him.

I only had to sit through about 15 more minutes of class before the bell rang for lunch. I made my way to the cafeteria and grabbed a salad to eat. After sitting down at my regular table with my friends, I noticed everyone was really quiet. I looked at my friends and saw them all staring at a circle of people standing at the front door of the lunchroom. They looked like they were in deep conversation, but I couldn't hear anything coming from them. Alice was there with Jasper, facing our table, a blonde had her back to me, but I just knew that she was the blonde girl from my dream, next to her was a large hulk of a man. He had dark hair, after a closer look at his profile; I knew he was the dark figure in my dream that poured gasoline on me. I sucked in a deep breath. Jasper looked directly at me with that concerned look on his face; the same look he gave me when he first saw me in our last class. Alice then turned to stare at me too. The blonde girl and dark haired guy turned to look at me as well. When they all turned to me, I realized there was another person in their midst. I hadn't seen him standing there before. I couldn't see his face, only his wild mane of hair. He was the only one in the group not staring at me. I felt awkward and self conscious with them all looking at me, but I couldn't look away. I could hear the people at my table talking quietly saying, "That's the new students; Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, and Edward." Now I knew all of their names.

Feeling like I was in the lions den, I slowly got up from the table and slowly backed away toward the other exit at the back of the room. Once I got outside I ran straight to my truck. I jumped inside, locked the doors and started it up. I put the truck in gear to leave, but stopped myself. This is just CRAZY! Here I am freaking out about 5 new students that I've never met before in my life. All because of a dream I had; that I can't even place all of together. I knew there were still missing pieces, but I couldn't figure out what they were. These new students just resembled the people in my dream. Hell, it is so weird that they all had the same color of hair and build as the people in my dream? Well… yeah, it was weird, but it could have been anyone. I just couldn't shake this feeling of dread that has followed me around since this morning. The dream had just screwed up my whole day. I ran my hands over my face and realized that it was wet with tears. Why the hell am I crying? I might be frightened but I'm not sad. Maybe I'm just PMS-ing. I dried my face and turned off the truck. I needed to hurry to my next class before I'm late.

I walked quickly to my next class, Biology and noticed that the door is already closed. Damn, I hate being the last one in class. I quietly open the door and duck my head. I quickly walk to my empty lab table hoping to not disturb the class too much. The teacher had made me sit by myself when he realized that I already knew much of what he would be teaching this year. That way other students wouldn't be able to cheat off of me.

I finally got settled in and had my book out when the classroom door opened. I looked up and saw the final new student walk in. He was absolutely gorgeous. I inhaled sharply and he glanced over at me. I quickly looked at the desktop. My brain went into overdrive. It started running through the rest of my dream. The teacher pointed the new guy to my table, since it was the last seat available in our class.

I couldn't black out again in school today. As he was making his way to my table I got up hurriedly and walked to the teacher saying, "I'm not feeling well, can I be excused?" Apparently I looked sick, because Mr. Banner didn't even question, he just nodded. I threw open the door and ran down the hall to get outside. I needed fresh air. I needed a quiet place; a place to be alone.

I got to the woods surrounding the school and sat beneath tree. It's impossible. How can this be happening? Shit like this didn't happen to me. I leaned back against the tree and took a deep breath.

~Dream~

I'm walking around the mall with my friends, Jessica, and now who I know to be Alice and Rosalie. We are all laughing and joking around with each other. I split up from our little group and walk into a store alone. But when I walk in everything disappears. The room turns completely white, but there are still people standing inside with me. I feel like I belong here, but know no one in the room. I then hear it; the screams; pure blood curdling screams. People start pushing and rushing past me to the back of the room. I see three men running into the room from the only door in there. Emmett is laughing like a mad man pouring gasoline on everything and anyone he can. I try to turn and run, but the crowd of people is like a wall behind me. He looks directly at me and douses me with the gasoline. Next, Jasper comes up to me and flicks a lighter. The look in his eye is deadly. I take a deep breath to scream, but no sound comes out. He throws the lighter to the ground behind himself. Everything turns bright orange. The fire… I can feel it. It's so hot. Before the flames reach my gasoline soaked clothes, Edward runs up to me. He grabs me by the waste and covers me with the jacket he had been wearing. He picks me up like I am as light as a feather and literally throws me through the fire to the exit. He saved me. He kept me from getting burned. I run out the door and fall to the ground. Now I'm not even in the mall. I'm in the middle of a field, but there are people walking around. Rose, Alice, and Jessica all run over to me. I can't say anything to them. I'm sobbing hysterically. I didn't know any of those people in the white room, but I FELT like I knew them. I felt like I had lost everyone that I had ever loved, because of those men. Alice was trying to console me, but nothing could stop the breath-hitching crying that had come over me. I could have died along with all of those people in that room… but Edward saved me.

~End Dream~

I woke up leaning against the tree, shivering from the cold; tears fell silently down my face. I could feel the weight of the dream on my chest. Someone was here with me. I looked at the shoes, Doc Martins, the pants, blue jeans, the shirt, a white tee, and the face… the face of Edward. He was standing over me, just watching me. He quickly leaned down and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you okay?" he asked.

How am I supposed to answer? I'm fine, you saved me? I'm not okay; I'm just mental, having dreamt about you and your family before I even met all of you? No, I think not. I couldn't say anything to this man. I could only wrap my arms around him and hold him like he was my life preserver in a deep and choppy ocean. I could only nod against his neck.

Those were the first dreams I had of Edward Cullen.

EN: So??? Whaddya think!? I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and let me know what you think. It means the world to me. Thanks a bunch!! :)