The bright sunshine woke me from a long crazy dream. I had dreamed that I was somewhere in the future and Liz was with me. There were these guys, well the same guy really but from two separate times. And they had a brother and somehow he was much like my own brother. I opened my eyes slowly trying to remember the entire dream. How could it have seemed so real but yet been a dream? I could see that I was at home in my own bed, the one that had not been shared with the ruggedly handsome, green eyed man that had been in my so very real dream. I threw back the covers and looked down at my body. Where did this purple plaid flannel shirt come from? I shrug thinking maybe Liz left it here .

I crawl from my warm bed and head to the bathroom to start a shower. I turn on the water and step back to let it warm up while I undress. I begin to unbutton the shirt and I see a diamond and emerald band on my left ring finger. Now where did that come from? I hold out my hand and examine the band. It sure is beautiful. My mind wanders back to the dream. I vaguely remember sitting in the backseat of a big black car with that same handsome man and him sliding it onto my finger. Ok this is all a little weird how can there be so many things from my dream follow me over into my real life? I shake my head and finish removing the shirt. I see something in the mirror and turn to get a better look. There is a tattoo on my right rib cage of what I can only describe as a pentagram with what looks like flames all around it. Now this is strange too. I've never wanted a tattoo and here I have one. Ok I've got to figure out what's going on. First I need a shower because there's nothing I can do about a tattoo now.

I finish my shower and throw the flannel shirt into the dirty clothes hamper and go make my bed. I pull up the goose down white comforter and my mind slips back to another bedroom and another bed. This one is more masculine and the smell of gunpowder and leather assaults my senses. I see myself on that bed with this man again. We're naked and I'm running my hand over his chest. There under my hand is the same tattoo that I now sport on my rib cage. I can feel his stubble on my neck and shoulder as he kisses me gently there. His tongue darts out to taste my flesh and I shake myself to snap out of this kind of trance I'm in. What is wrong with me? I finish the bed and pad bare footed into the living room.

Everything looks normal in this room. Now my stomach is reminding me that it's time to eat. I go into the kitchen and grab two eggs and some turkey bacon. I crack the eggs and throw in some grated cheese and salt and pepper. Some of the salt falls onto the counter and I'm thrown back into my dream world again. I can see salt being sprinkled into window sills and along the bottom of doorways. I blink my eyes a few times and my eggs are back. I finish scrambling them and pop the bacon into the microwave to cook while I do the eggs in a skillet. After I eat I will call Liz and see what's going on with her. Maybe she can help me to understand all that's going on.

When I finish my breakfast I put my dirty dishes in the dishwasher and go to the living room. I curl up on the couch with my legs under me and pick up my phone to call Liz. I search and find her number and slide my finger along the screen to begin the call. The phone rings four times and then clicks on. "This is Jennifer. I'm unable to take your call at this time. Please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you." I pull the phone from my face and look at the screen. I see Liz's face smiling up at me and her name under that indicating that I have indeed called her number. Who the hell is this Jennifer person? I lay my finger on the button to end the call and shake my head. Well maybe it's a mistake on the phone company's end.

I grab my keys and head outside to my 1969 Dodge Charger and climbed into the driver's seat. I'll just drive over to Liz's house and see what's going on. My car's engine rumbles to life and I roll the windows down and crank the music. Bad Company is singing about not being able to get enough of my love and I mentally smile. Again I'm thrown back into my dream world and into the backseat of another classic car. I feel strong hands on my thighs and soft lips on my throat. My hands are buried in short, soft, spiky hair and I raise his head to look into his eyes. There were those moss green eyes again looking so intense and so…so…..beautiful. The lashes were dark and long and I felt lost in them. The song on the radio changed to a Steve Miller Band tune and I was again back in my own car. Shit this was seriously driving me crazy!

I pull out of the driveway and head the few miles to Liz's house. When I pull up in front of her house things look way different than they did yesterday. Where were her beautiful flowers and that wasn't her Prius in the driveway either. I climbed out of my car and walked to the front door and knocked. A little girl with red hair opened the door and looked up at me with the cutest blue eyes. Her freckles were so cute and they too reminded me of something but I didn't know what at the moment. But it didn't take long for the flashback to render me immobile. I saw his beautiful face and the smattering of freckles there across his nose. I moved closer to him and kissed his chin and then ran my tongue along his jawline. The stubble felt erotic against my tongue and I kissed lower opening the top button of his flannel shirt. There were freckles here on his chest too and I licked from one to the other, connecting the dots.

Suddenly I was back in real time and I must have passed out. I was laying on my back on what was supposed to be Liz's porch and there was the cute little red haired girl and a man looking down at me. "Daddy I don't know what happened to this lady. I opened the door and she started to say something. The next thing I knew she was on the ground." The man who looked very kind leaned forward and brushed his hand along my cheek. "Miss, are you going to be ok? Do you want a drink of water?" He turned to his daughter and she handed him a small bottle of water. He helped me to sit up and extended his hand with the water and helped me to take a swig. I blinked a few times after drinking the water and said, "I was coming here to see my friend Liz. I'm not sure what happened but she's supposed to live here. At least she did yesterday…" The kind man looks puzzled but answers, "Sweetheart we've lived here for six years. Maybe you're mistaken about where your friend lives."

I knew he was looking at me as if I were on drugs or had been drinking so I struggled to my feet and brushed off my behind. I looked at the house number and while I was sure this was Liz's house I pretended that I had been mistaken. "You know you're right. Her house isn't 1029 it's 1039. Silly me! So sorry for the misunderstanding." With that I easily made my way back to my car and climbed in. I drove up the road to a secluded spot and pulled over. I cut the engine and sat back in my seat. What in Sam Hill is wrong with me? These blackouts and the thinking I'm somewhere I'm not isn't right. I blow a breath out and decide that maybe I need to make a trip to my local doctor and have a little checkup. Maybe I hit my head or something and they will be able to tell me what my problem is.

I drive to the doctor's office and go in. Thankfully they have had a couple cancellations this morning and they can see me in a few. I have a seat in the waiting room and sit back to wait to be called back. As I'm sitting and waiting I see a guy sitting in front of me but with his back to me. I notice that his hair is long and a beautiful shade of chestnut. It's so shiny and soft looking that I want to run my fingers through it. Before I can even think of reaching out I'm back in that other world. There's that same long chestnut colored hair but this time I see the face. His smile is soft and he has the cutest dimples. His eyes are a beautiful hazel and he's looking down at me. I'm pretty short but he must be incredibly tall as well. He comes closer and lifts me in a bear hug and calls me little bit. I close my eyes and feel his strong arms around me. Then I hear my name being called and I snap out of it. The nurse is looking at me a bit confused and I smile t hide my discomfort.

I follow her to the back and she begins to do all the usual blood tests, urine tests and height and weight. I answer her questions as best as I can and then follow her to the room to wait on the doctor. I sit there for about 15 minutes before the doctor knocks on the door and enters. He asks me tons of questions and consults his papers on me. He listens as I tell him about all of the flashbacks and the craziness since I've woken up this morning and just nods. The nurse knocks softly and then enters, "Doctor I have the test results here." She hands him a few sheets of paper and then steps back out of the room. The doctor looks over the papers and frowns a bit and then nods. "Ok Nicole I think we see some of what's going on here." I swallow and wonder if I have a brain tumor or some other dreaded thing. I brace myself for the results and hold on to the edge of the bed. "Nicole you are pregnant. Congratulations!"