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Chapter 3: Just a Dream

I had never had such a vivid dream before. I was at school with Angela and Mike. Mike was saying something and I was laughing hard, clutching my sides and holding onto him for support. Suddenly the scene changed. I was in a beautiful… meadow. I was sure I had never been somewhere like this place, but I want to go there. It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. There were wildflowers everywhere and tall trees. I heard waterfall somewhere and was walking to find it when someone called my name.

I did not recognize the voice but it, like the meadow, was beautiful. It made my name sound like a song. It fit perfectly in the meadow. I turned to the voice but found I was in my room. I was cold; or rather, something cold was on me. Oddly enough, I did not mind. In fact, I found it comforting. I watched myself embrace it and I saw the want, the need in my eyes.

The scene changed again and I was with my Jacob. His body was burning and it felt hot on my skin but when I looked into his eyes all I saw was love and yearning. His eyes almost looked pleading. He looked away from me, past me and his face turned into a grimace. He growled. I jumped back scared and something stopped my fall. It was cold and hard like rock. Jacob looked at me pleading and called out to me with horror and pain in his voice. I went to him again. He embraced me in a bone-crushing grasp. His skin was burning red-hot and his was violently shaking. I looked at him with scared and worried eyes. I hear two sounds. Both were very similar, but obviously different as well. They sounded familiar yet I was scared. I ran when I recognized the sound. Growling. I tripped but never made it to the ground. I was braced by both hot and cold. That is when I woke up.

I did not know what to make of the dream. I had played it in my mind repeatedly and it did not make any sense. Jacob was acting too weird and the constant present of cold. Jacob's body was so hot and fiery. I could not make any part of it work together. I had been up for hours now. It was almost six. I wanted to see Jacob and talk to him about this. He could always calm me, reassure me that everything was all right, and make me feel together.

I heard Charlie getting up and getting ready for work. Needing something to do, I decided to make him breakfast. I was not really paying attention to what I was doing until Charlie ran over to me. "Bella, Bella. What are you doing?" he moved me from the stove and shut it off. "Bella are you ok? What's wrong?" He sounded panicked. I did not realize why until I looked around the kitchen. It looked like a tornado had hit it. The stove had pans on it and I couldn't recognize what was in them, or what used to be in them. The fridge was wide open, the faucet on the sink was running.

"Oh my gosh. Dad I am so sorry. I was… I was… I don't know. Dad I am sorry about your breakfast."

"My breakfast... Bells, honey, are you hurt? What's the matter? Did Jacob do something?" As much as my dad loved Jacob, I knew he would kill him if Jacob did anything to me. "Should I call Billy?" His words were pleading for me to explain my actions, but his eyes said otherwise. I had to stifle a laugh. He relaxed a bit when he saw this.

"Dad I am fine. I just had a weird dream that I couldn't get out of my head, that's all. Go to work, and I'll clean this up."

Charlie gave me a half smile. He took one last glance at the disaster in the kitchen and shook his head before proceeding out the door.

I leaned back into the chair and exhaled. I had a lot to clean up but I needed to talk to someone. So I called Angela.

She was over about twenty minutes later. Angela gasped when she saw the kitchen. She knew I was borderline OCD and didn't understand how this could happen.

"I had stuff on my mind." I tried to explain. I knew Angela would leave it at that.

"Stuff like what?" So maybe she wouldn't leave it. She took the sponge out of my hands and my gloves off.

"It was just some weird dream, that won't get out of my head." I tried to be brief. I prayed she would take a hint and drop it. I didn't want to sound crazy when I told and started to rethink calling her.

"Fine. Don't tell me. But I thought you wanted to talk… Let's get back to cleaning then." We cleaned for about ten minutes before I spilled about my dream in full detail.

"The cold parts were weird. I felt comfortable in the cold. Jacob's hot embraces were comfortable too but… different. I wanted them but not in the same way. I needed the cold. The hot was just there when I got too cold, you know." Angela laughed. "Jacob was trying to keep me from the cold. Kind of like a shield from it."

"Well maybe, since you said Jacob has been acting strange lately, maybe your subconscious is trying to let you know that your feelings for Jake are changing and aren't as strong as you thought they were or as strong as his feelings for you. Then again, maybe it is just telling you to finally get used to the cold, wet of Forks, and buy a sweater for when you get cold." Angela through her wet towel at me when she said this.

"Maybe." I said as I threw the towel back.

That night I had the same dream again. When I awoke, I was drenched in sweat with tears running down my cheeks. This time I was locked in Jacobs's hot arms before I woke up.