Dream ever so sweetly part 2. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AN: Sorry I forgot to add disclaimers to all my stories. So to all my stories I disclaim them....did that make any sense? Ohhhh and I'm looking for a beta reader. If anyone's intrested can you email me and tell me what sort of stories you like to beta? Thanx Ohh wait I forgot. I've changed the plot of the story a bit so the next chapters quotes and Spoiler are a bit different Okay? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes opened and I could feel a throbbing pain in the back on my head. Add that with the cheap disinfectant smell of the hospital and I had a major splitting headache. I tossed and turned in the white crisp sheets trying to gain some semblence of comfort. Night had fallen and still I found no peace. I'd normally relish the cool breezes that skimmed over my skin and rest my weary soul, tired from a day of hiding my emotions. Thank god for sarcasm. Its the easiest way to say stuff the closest to your heart and have people brush it off. Hours passed by and I just layed there still as a statue listening to the clock tick. Sometimes I could hear voices outside the shut door. It was rather strange that I was in a pivate ward. I thought that dad could only afford public. Maybe there was some sort of policy with the company. After a long night in this godforsaken hospital I finally found some sleep. As my eyelids fluttered closed I wondered if I would again see Clark. As I walked into a dream a feeling of dread overcame me.....this dream was not my own. I watched with silence and what I hoped was invisibility. Nothing was clear at first. Then things started to shift and merge. Each sound blended into one. Everything, every colour, picture and object. Everything was roaring angrily when I saw it. It was the Torch as it was this morning. It was after I hurdled down the stairs. I was sure of it. Clark was there and seemed to be frozen in place. He suddenly moved and I gasped in a sharp intake of breath. Sudden movement was not good for someone who was in the hospital obviously on some drug that was making her hallucinate. Thats exactly what I was doing. This was a drug induced hallucination. Thats all nothing to worry about. This wasn't Clark's dream.....nope. He seemed to walk towards the knife when suddenly he cluched his stomach. His face was so pale. Sweat dripping from his brow. I moved forward worried about his placid behaviour and complection. He looked so weak and vunreable. I couldn't stand it. The knife was glowing and I shuddered. I had cut myself with that knife. The ground under my feet shifted and it felt like I was moving so fast that everything was blurred. I felt as if I was on a video player, being fast forward into the future. What was the office of the Torch was now the beautiful place just outside the Kent's farm. Clark was there. He was shirtless and obviously just come from swimming in the dam behind the house. His black swimming trunks sticking to his legs. I started drooling. There was no way any one could have a chest *that* perfect. After an extended period of oogling the image started to change. Not dramatically or anything. Just the air infront of Clark. It fizzed and started becomming different shades. No way!. Lana was know staring up and Clark. I think I started to lose the battle with my anger when Clark bent down and kissed her. I watched and almost laughed. It was nothing like the shared kisses we had in my *normal* dreams. The he started to float. I think I started drooling again. Under the golden sunlight he looked like an angel holding a demon. Well to me Lana was a demon. Not that I can really find that many plausable reasons to hate her for gaining Clark's affections for doing nothing. Looking up at the shirtless, floating Clark I had a vision. A very bad, naughty vision and I'm ashamed to admit it a very NC-17 vision. "Clark.........Shirtless Clark.....floating Clark.....I see definite Quirks here" I shook myself out of my trance. This had gone on long enough. This was MY dream goddamit and I wasn't about to let Lana steal Clark away from me even if it was only IN my dreams. I marched over to them in a walk that could probably be described as the army doom march of death. Now what I did I hate myself for.....well not really it was actually quite fun. I knocked Lana out. you'd be surprised how easily you can render someone unconcious by knocking them in the temples. Clark looked horrified for a minute but I really didn't care, shows her for showing up in my dream. Pulling him down to my level I kissed him."Be Lana didn't kiss you like that" I said cheekily. He pulled back and blushed. I frowned, that wasn't supposed to happen."Chloe" he said rubbing his neck. With those words stuck in my ears I woke in my stingy hospital bed with the smelly sheets to be greeted by a headache. A voice from outside my door was muttering. I tried to adjust my head so I could hear the words clearly.It was Clark. "I did not just dream about kissing Chloe" he said angrily to who he probably thought was himself. I mean he couldn't have known I was listening unless he had x-ray vision. I sunk he head into the pillows. Oh. My. God. That was Clark's dream What if he finds out? What if that kiss shows visable affects? I groaned my headache worse than before. Looking up at the cealing I ran a hand through my hair. "I need a cup of Coffee"

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AN: Thanks to Kristen, Clexian Kismet, Mellisa,dani, Joedan84, NoWhere2Go,Moonbeam and Marc for Reviewing. Next Chapter: Some dreams can be really harmful. What happens when a dream becomes fatal? Quote from Next Chapter: "Are you kidding? There's too many egos left to bruise!"-Chloe. Angel*Clara