It's been swimming around in my head for a while, and, once again, like Toasters and Goldfishes and Welcome to Writing Camp, it is based off a dream. Like WTWC, Alice is my bff Brittany, I'm Bella, and Edward is some guy named Josh.

Only a prologue, because I'm exhausted, and just had to write down what was taunting my brain and wouldn't let me sleep until I did said writing down. Now, if you'll excuse, me, I'm tired. Good night!

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The dreams.

Those vivid dreams.

I have been having them ever since that trip to California.

The first one, I thought nothing of. It was just a simple girl, in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle, to her obvious future husband. He had bronze colored hair that stuck up in all directions and the most amazing green eyes ever. It was nothing special; I had those all the time. Where else would I have come up with all of my wedding dress designs? The only thing weird about them was how much the girl looked like me…

The second one was… odd. The boy and girl from my first dream were in one heck of a heated debate before the girl pounced on him. Even weirder, though, was it looked like it was happening right outside my homeroom classroom. Like I said: odd.

Third one was interesting. In this one, everything seemed so real, almost like I could reach out, and knock something over if I had wanted to. The walls were a grayish color, but very pretty. The curtains, which were hanging in front of a small window, were black, and almost transparent. The king-sized bed had dark blue bed sheets, and black, white, gray, and blue pillows spewed all over the place. The girl was on the bed, knees angled in front of her. The boy slept behind her, an arm wrapped around her stomach, and she was smiling.

And then the fourth one was when I KNEW that the girl was me, just older.

They were sitting on a bench, at what looked like Central Park in New York during the winter. She wore a black beanie, and a black coat. He also had on a black coat, but his was less feminine—obviously.

Since it wasn't that long ago that I had it, I remember exactly how their conversation went down.

"So, I bought some Phantom tickets," she said conversationally—that was the first indication that she was me: her voice sounded like mine, just different with age and maturity. Second indication was the nose—it was upturned, just like mine. Noses like that are rare- unless you go and get a nose job, but hers was obviously natural.

"Oh," the boy said, not looking at her. He obviously didn't like Phantom of the Opera, and couldn't figure out why she would even think of dragging him along. "How many did'ya buy?"

"Four. Two for us, and two for Alice and Jasper." That was the third indication, which I found odd. Alice was my best friend, and had a crush on my cousin Jasper for who knows how long, but I never, in a million years, thought that they'd be together, which they obviously were, by the way she was talking about them.

"Ah," he replied, obviously trying to get out of the conversation.

"Eeeedwaaard!" she whined, titling her head to the side.

"What, Bug?" That was the fourth indication. My nickname had been 'Bug' since before I was born.

"Why won't you take me to see Phantom?"

"Same reason I won't take you to see Jeff Dunham."

She huffed, and crossed her arms. "I don't get how you don't think he's funny," she mumbled.

He chuckled, and wrapped his arms around her. "I just don't like Bubba J," he said.

"But admit it, you like Achmed and Peanut!"

"I do, but I WILL NOT sit through Bubba J and that manager one just so you can watch a dead skeleton and a purple puppet with only one shoe."

She huffed again. "Fine. And you won't get to watch your show tonight."

"So, what time is the flight?"

She laughed, and hit him playfully on the shoulder. "I love you, Edward."

"And I love you."

Never would I have thought that those dreams could mean something more, that they could help me find him.

My soul mate.

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Ok, that last part was a bit cliché, I'll admit. And, I know I should really stick with the STORIES I already have, but this one just… well… wouldn't leave me alone. Please review, I'm going to gym tomorrow and it is.. *glances at clock* 11:46 where I live, and I have to get up at 6, so I'm going to do worse than I usually tomorrow, all for my readers to be happy! Just, please, review, for my sanity! xD