*Disclaimer- I do not own Peter Pan the movie or any of the characters involved.

Ok, so this is a ramble of different dreams had by numerous characters of Peter Pan.

The first chapter is a dream Peter has about Wendy, and every new chapter will be a new dream, completely unrelated to the previous ones.

Please do keep in mind that these are dreams, so aren't necessarily meant to be realistic all of the time.

I hope you find these interesting.

I'm not sure what genre or rating to put for this story, because my current ideas cover all walks of life, and i'm not sure what will happen in future dreams. Which, i think, is one of the things i as a writer like about this story. I know i will write it, but i don't know what it will be.

I will update soon with a new dream.

Please review and tell me what you think.

No.1 Peter

She was standing on the edge of a cliff, the sky was cloudy and the sun was setting on the horizon, sending the milling clouds a million different shades of reds and oranges. Peter thought he could even see a tinge of purple mixed in there somewhere.

Her face was glowing, the light reflecting off her eyes, making them glisten like water. Her golden hair was blowing with the wind, and she was spinning. It looked like she was dancing, twirling around by herself, her long dress billowing out to the sides, its wide circumference increased by the guidance of her hand and she trailed the dress around with her. Her lushes lips had contorted to show a straight row of pearly white teeth, and formed a shape that expressed so much happiness and joy that Peter could feel his heart begin to race.

He could hear her, softly humming to herself, a gentle tune perfect for taking one's hand and beginning a slow romantic dance. Peter wanted to, he was sick of looking from afar.

He suddenly realised his surroundings. Her sweet voice, which sounded so far away now, had a moment ago seemed to be singing just for him, to him. But he was crouched behind a hulking bush, and as dark shapes started to clog his vision, he realised that he was peering at her through the gaps in the leaves and she was unaware of his presence.

He wanted to join her, he wanted to dance with her, to spin her around and feel her smooth hand in his. He could see how her eyes shined; imagine what they look like up close.

An image of an extreme close up of Wendy's eyes flashed across his mind, they were dazzling and beautiful, but gone in a second. Peter wanted more.

He felt himself stand up, and take a side step out from behind the bushes. Wendy was mid-turn, facing off the cliff and out towards the ocean. As she finished her twist, her eyes met with Peter's, and in that instant, Peter felt his heart swell inside his chest. He knew that his life was only going to be complete with her around.

Wendy extended her arm, her smile even bigger and brighter than before. She looked like she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and his heart raced.

Her extended arm called to him, and everything in the background started to swirl and meld together. The sun was set and the wind was picking up. Lightning flashed in the sky, then moulded into the swirling mess that surrounded them, making Wendy's skin look stark and white from the now streaky flashes.

The only clear images to Peter now were Wendy, the small cliff she was standing on, and the end of Peter's own hand as he tried to extend out to her. He took a step forward, and as his foot made touch with the ground, the whole cliff seemed to vibrate, and a loud cracking noise came from somewhere under their feet.

Peter, unsure of what was happening took another step forward, and again, upon collision, his step sent another shudder through the ground, although this time a crack snaked itself out from where his foot was on the stone and made its way over to Wendy, where it split itself in two, making a line directly in front of her, and severing the point of the cliff.

Yet she did not move, Wendy simply stood there, her eyes wide and shining, extending her arm out towards him, calling him. Peter knew she was in danger, and started to panic, the world was dissipating into tones of reds and blacks. He leapt forward, and touched her hand for the briefest moment. But he was a moment too late, and as his hand brushed hers, the cliff gave way beneath her, and she and the rock tumbled into the ocean below.

Peter felt himself scream.

"NNNNNNNNNOO...

OOOOOOOOOOOOO…"

He woke up with a start, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and his hands trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't be with Wendy. For in order for them to be connected for any space of time, would prevent her from living her rightful life.