"I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking to you…Oh how I adore you, waking up to you never felt so real. Oh how I need you, Waking up to you never felt so real…" – Comatose, Skillet.

I was thrust back into consciousness so fast that the adrenaline kicked in. My heart was racing and I was breathing hard. I had no clue why – it was the best dream I had probably ever had. I sort of disappointed that it had to end, though. I liked that alternate life I was living. And I got to be a vampire. Who can argue with that? Well…except Rosalie, but she doesn't count.

I only half expected the stone cold arms to wrap themselves around me and pull me closer to the God-like creature that lay on the couch with me. But when they did, and I felt his cool breath on my face and neck, I automatically shivered. Stupid human reactions. At least my heart rate was somewhat going back to normal.

"Okay, wow. Weird dream," I took a deep breath, trying to get it regulated again. It worked, a little.

"Well you're safe now," Edward murmured in my ear.

"Why do you assume it was a nightmare?" I asked.

He seemed to think about this for a moment. I think he was deciding whether to be serious or joke. "Oh, I don't know," – oh, wait, there's the sarcasm – "maybe the fact that you woke up gasping for air and your heart was about to leap out of your chest."

"It wasn't a bad dream, though," I shook my head. "It was actually the best dream I've ever had."

"That explains a lot," he held back a laugh. "Because you started singing Queen a little while back. So, what actually happened?"

"Well," I sighed. "You and your family left and I got changed. I didn't have any memory of the transformation, which was weird because I could remember pretty much everything leading up to it."

"Is that it?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I went to Denali and I lived with Kate and her family while I looked for you. It took me almost eight months, but I did it. You were living on a ranch just outside Livingston, Montana."

"So specific," he chuckled.

"I've never really had such a vivid dream before. It was so weird." I remembered everything, right down to Jacob finding me in Denali to what it was like to hunt. I remembered working in that book store and Jill and how much I hated Max. I remembered the memory of Edward in the sixties and his disco phase, too.

"I wasn't very creative with why you left Forks, though. I'm kind of disappointed about that one," I said. "But my power was pretty awesome; I think that's what I miss the most."

I could feel Edward shift uncomfortably under me. "What was your power?" He asked, a little hesitantly.

"Well," I started, "I was immune to everyone's powers, even Alice and Jasper. And if I was close enough to any of you, I could take your power and use it. I could turn it on and off too because if I used one power, I used everyone's. So if I was reading your mind, I could manipulate your emotions and I could see visions too. But with gifts like Emmett's, I had to actually be touching them to use it."

"That is…" he struggled to find the right word. "Interesting."

"It was kind of cool," I laughed. "I had a lot of fun reading your mind."

Edward laughed too. "I don't think I would like having you in my head."

"You said that in my dream; you always told me to turn it off," I paused for a second, debating whether or not to say what I was planning on saying. I decided not too, it could wait for later.

"Is there anything else?" he pressed when he saw my face.

I shrugged. "Me and Kate would have Jenga marathons and sing cheesy songs at the top of ours lungs. I think that's why I started singing Queen. I had a Volvo, which was nice. I liked that car. And you lived next door to Dennis Quaid." I specifically left out the part about him asking me to marry him for fear of how he would react.

"Esme loves Dennis Quaid," Edward chuckled.

I shoved myself out of his arms and turned around to stare at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Déjà vu," I whispered. "Carlisle said that was one of the reasons you chose Montana."

We fell silent for a few minutes and then I groaned.

"What's wrong?" Edward frowned.

"I'm just so used to being able to hear your thoughts. I don't care if it was just a dream; it felt real. And now I'm used to it, and I don't like it."

"How long was this dream, exactly?"

"Um," I paused to calculate everything. "Thirteen months?"

"And how long did it take you find us?"

"A little over seven months," I answered.

"Six months of reading my mind? Yeah, I can understand why you're used to it."

I lifted my head to look out Edward's glass wall to see if it was morning or not. It was still dark, so I assumed I still had a few hours of sleep left.

It still amazed me how I could live so long and remember it so vividly, yet the dream probably only lasted ten minutes.

"Go back to sleep, Bella," Edward instructed.

"I'm not that tired anymore," I pouted. "Plus, I was sort of wondering something."

"What?"

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I was trying to picture you in the sixties."

i totally didn't realize this until i uploaded the last chapter, but, this stories over. wow. its over. thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, and all my silent readers as well. you guys are my inspiration and my reason for continuing to write fan fictions(well that, and the fact that its good writing excersise). thank you again. and look out for my next story which should be up in the next month or so. i'll be posting the alternate(aka the original) epilogue later tonight, so yeah.

And, the final playlist… -tear-
Comatose – Skillet
Fiction – Kids in the Way
So Contagious – Acceptance
Beautiful Love – The Afters
Remember to Feel Real – Armor for Sleep
Say the Word – The Classic Crime
Air Dry – Teddy Geiger
The Fight – The Classic Crime
Playing with Fire – Emery
What I Like About You – The Ramones

Fin.