This is one of my absolute favorite chapters so far, so I hope you all like it as much as I do. If it's one thing I love to incorporate into the stuff I write, it's dreams.

I do not own Once Upon a Time, or any of its perfectly imperfect characters.

Stay here, I'll be right back…

Two small hands holding on to each other.

It would bring out those emerald gems you have for eyes, lass…

A flash of a radiant smile.

Do you really have to think this through? You just said it yourself. I'm yours…

Piercing, painful heartbreak.

We'll see each other again soon. I promise…

Footsteps marching far away and the crashing of distant waves.

See? Everything happens for a reason…

The warmth of a tight hug.

I want to ask her to marry me…

Two nodding, joyful shadows.

You have been my best friend, my savior, my lover, my sun and moon and stars and everything in between…

Hearts bursting with love.

Emma, will you marry me?

Gleaming sapphire stone on a left ring finger.

No matter how long it takes, I'll find you…

The melancholy song of tears.

I love you, Killian.

A burning, passionate kiss.

I love you too, Emma.

Darkness.

Scott jerked awake and sat up, looking around his living room. He had fallen asleep on his couch, still in his jeans and red hoodie from the day before and groaned as he got up to check the time. Blinking to make sure he wasn't seeing things, the time read 3:12 am.

He ran a hand over his face trying to remember the dream he just had. It had been crazy, almost like a fairy-tale. Random flashes of color, the ghosts of a smile, whispered promises of love and the piercing look of a pair of green eyes. As he stepped into the shower, something clicked. There had been a blue ring in his dream and Scott wondered why it had looked so familiar.

He crawled into bed after his shower to try to sleep at least a couple of more hours but it clearly would not be the case. He lied in bed wide awake replaying as much of the dream as he could remember. Then it hit him.

Green eyes. A pretty smile. Blue ring. Emma.

Wait, Emma Swan? Was he dreaming about her because they had met a few hours ago or had Scott really known her in another life? Another name had been mentioned: Killian. Who the bloody hell was that? A million theories ran through his head as he lied there on his bed and slowly drifted back to sleep.

On the other side of Storybrooke, Emma was having the same dream Scott had had. She woke up suddenly and got out of bed, scratching her head, to get a glass of water.

Before she left her room, she turned back and picked up her favorite ring off her night table. A ring she always wore with a sapphire gem and a mermaid tail that would circle around her finger. She blinked and remembered the dream. The ring had been there too.

Hmm, she thought, strange.

Someone else had been in the dream with her. All she could remember was this abundance of joy, a pair of bright blue eyes, a raspy but soft voice and a hook instead of a hand.

Scott Knight? But he had both hands. She had just met him for God's sake, why would she even be dreaming about him in the first place? Emma shook the thought away and head back to bed, reminding herself that it was just a dream, nothing more. She was stubborn that way.

A couple of hours later, she woke up to the smell of coffee wafting up to her room from the kitchen. Emma headed downstairs to see her roommate and best friend, Mary Margaret leaning on the counter, stirring her mug of coffee.

"Morning, Emma!"

"Good morning. What's that you got there?"

"Coffee. But," she said as she turned and took another mug, pushing toward Emma. "That's your special dose of hot chocolate."

"Thanks," she sipped then set down the mug.

Emma thought about telling her about the dream she had. After all, Mary Margaret held nothing back from her. It was just how their friendship worked.

"I had the craziest dream last night."

"About?" Mary Margaret loved hearing and deciphering dreams, so she leaned forward on the counter between them.

"Honestly… I don't know. All I know is I heard two voices, saying things to each other over and over again. Then I saw random flashes of objects. For example, my blue ring, the one I always wear? It was in the dream. But it was being placed on someone else's finger." Emma held back the fact that there had been another pair of eyes, just in case.

Her friend furrowed her brow and frowned, processing what she had just said. She rhythmically tapped the counter, closing her eyes tight and then abruptly stopped, smacking her hand down and looking up at Emma.

"It could be a memory. Do you remember who gave you the ring?"

Emma thought about it for a moment. She had never really known who gave it to her or how she had managed to get her hands on it. She'd just always had it.

"No. I've had it for as long as I can remember."

"That's strange…"

"Did you see anyone else in the dream?"

Emma hesitated, "Yes…"

"Who?" Mary Margaret shot back, a bad attempt at masking her excitement.

"I don't really know. All I saw was a pair of bright blue eyes. Like… the color of the sea." She said as she smiled a bit to herself.

"I can't think of anyone that we know that has a pair like those. Wait you said you heard voices. What did they sound like?"

"They were both soft, like whispers. But one was raspy while the other was more like a melody."

"So… a man and a woman is what you're saying."

Emma nodded, "Basically."

"Well, crazy as it sounds, it's either a glimpse into your future or a vision of a past life."

Emma scoffed and raised an eyebrow. Mary Margaret shrugged at her.

"Could be!"

"A past life?"

"Anything is possible, Emma. You're just too stubborn to realize that." She said as she picked up the two mugs and turned to the sink to wash them.

Emma opened her mouth to argue but realized it would be useless, considering Mary Margaret had that 'Yoda-esque' way with words. They made you think. So she got up from her place on the counter and left the kitchen to get ready to face the day ahead. Her eye caught the gleam of the blue ring again before she went into the shower and she stared at it, wondering what was the significance behind it.

Little did she know that there was one other person in town just as confused as she was.