So this is a combo of quotes:

"Reality is Wrong, Dreams Are For Real," Tupac Shakur

"I Know You I Walked With You Once Upon a Dream," –Sleeping Beauty

"Victoria, you are so beautiful," she said. With her rough, pale hand she moved a stray piece of hair behind my ear as she moved closer to me in the bed. "Never doubt that." She placed a light kiss on my lips that made me fly to Cloud nine.

Still feeling dizzy I replied, "I've got nothing on you." I looked at her gorgeous face. Her emotional, blue eyes made me feel so… unworthy. Why did I deserve to be next to her at all? Her naturally wavy hair managed to stay perfect, even after just making love to each other. I never understood that. Her pale, unblemished skin was always cold, but yet, oh so hot that I could barely stand her touch without turning into nothing more than a pile of ashes.

"Don't say that," she murmured. "You are so beautiful, why can't you see it?"

"I can't see something that's not there," I replied with a sad smile. She slapped me lightly bare thigh and I can't help but get a little turned on. However, I was way too tired from before and decided not to act on my libido.

"Shut up," she said. She gave me another chaste kiss and soon she turned and leaned her head against my stomach. A few minutes later, when I was teetering between sleep and consciousness, I heard the raven-haired beauty mumble sleepily, "I love you, Tori." Then I woke up.

This was the seventh time in the last seven days I'd had that dream. Over and over I dreamed of the mysterious, nameless girl. It never made any sense to me. Never, had I ever met a girl who looked as beautiful as that. God I wish I had though.

I quickly wrote down everything from the dream in my dream journal. Even though I'd written down all the details before, seven times, it still made me wet just thinking about what I dreamt about, us making love together. The beautiful woman groping my breasts, my fingers exploring her most intimate places, the two of us cumming together in the most brilliant, romantic way possible. It was all a dream, but a really realistic one. The words I love you still ran through my mind, and as I said them aloud all I heard was her voice saying them.

I eventually got up out of bed, took a nice cold shower, changed into some new underwear and dressed for school. Downstairs I was still first one up. Dad didn't have his next shift as a cop until later today, mom usually didn't wake up until 10am, and Trina was still upstairs blow-drying her hair and singing at the top of her lungs. Thank God my parents invested in soundproofed earmuffs for the three of us or else none of us would get any sleep.

As I absent-mindedly poured myself some orange juice I was left alone with my thoughts. I hadn't told anybody about the girl yet. They might've sent me to a shrink. That's the last thing any of us wanted.

I didn't know why I was so infatuated with this nameless girl. Every time that I screamed out her name in my dreams it was always drowned out. I never noticed it when I was dreaming, but as soon as I looked back at it I suddenly realized that it was almost as if we were underwater for that one split second where I screamed her name. It was like the universe didn't want me to know her name, and I didn't know why.

"Tori, are you ready to go?" Trina complained, clunking down the stairs in her 10-inch, Lady G worthy heels. I nearly spit up my OJ.

"What are you wearing?" I asked in disbelief.

"The newest trend," she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I looked her up and down skeptically. The boots had been so unnerving I hadn't noticed the rest of her erratic outfit. Weird, because it was so screwed up. She was wearing a leather jacket, a green sequined dress, fishnet leggings, a superhero mask, and peace earrings the size of CD's. I wish I were exaggerating. "This is the latest trend?" I couldn't help but think about how I'm sure that my mysterious dream woman would never wear something so stupid. She'd wear something classy and black and something that definitely accentuated her amazing figure.

"Yup, it's a pity that you didn't know that, sweetie. You look like shit," she said with a frowny face. "Well, too bad. Let's go!"

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" I questioned. "Or at least drink a glass of OJ like me?"

"I don't eat," she replied in a bitchy way that really made me want to slap her. "Now come on, get in the car Tori." I grabbed my messenger bag from the couch and walked out the door. It took nearly five minutes for Trina to come out, walking slowly and unsteadily in her overly high heels.

I had no idea how we got to school alive. If any cops had been out there we would've been arrested for sure. That outfit definitely messed with Trina's already horrible driving. "We're here," she said with a smile. She looked so proud of herself but I really wanted to hurl.

She slammed the door of her car as she got out. "I'll see you afterschool, if you're not here at exactly 3: 45 I'm leaving without you."

"Okay," I said with a roll of my eyes. She said that every day and even if I'm late she stays, although it's never worth it because afterwards she complains about it the entire car ride home.

I walked into H.A, loving the ever-present sound of music. I passed a pair of dancers, practicing for the ballet showcase coming up along with Troy and Chad, who were rapping this new song I'd never heard. Oddly enough I actually saw some girls dressed almost as insanely as Trina. To say I was surprised was an understatement.

I approached my brightly lit locker and threw my books in there without a care. I wanted to go talk to my best friends Cat, Robbie, André, and Beck. At my old school nobody was cool with me being gay and so I didn't really have any friends. Now, since everybody at H.A was so weird nobody really cared that I was gay. And anybody that was homophobic respected my talent enough not to comment on it. Plus, the first guy that insulted me about my sexuality was severely beaten up by André and Beck, so nobody dared try that again. They were almost like my own unpaid body guards.

I eventually tracked down the four standing around the rotating food cart. Every week a new snack would be on the rotating cart to introduce us to new foods and stuff. This week's was bibble. Cat was stuffing gigantic amounts of bibble into her mouth as the guys tried to fight against her. Unfortunately they were loosing.

"Hey guys," I said.

"Hey Tori," said Cat, her mouth full as she kept her bibble away from Beck and André's advances.

"Help!" André was swatted to the ground by Cat's hand. It might sound unmanly that both André and Beck were getting defeated by a poor, sweet innocent girl like Cat, but in actuality I was surprised that they'd lasted this long. Cat could get pretty vicious when you got between her and stuff she cares about.

Finally they gave up and just focused on a new conversation as Cat stuffed unhealthy amounts of bibble into her digestive system. "So, did you hear about the new transfer student coming in?"

"Yeah," said André, responding to Beck's question. "Jade something."

"Jade West," said Robbie informatively. "She born and raised in Seattle, Washington. Her dad got a job offer here in Hollywood. She's a junior like us too. She has won two trophies for her dark, but riveting plays, one in her school and one nation wide. She recently got out of a relationship with her six-month girlfriend, Lexi Grey. She's also a huge fan of 'The Scissoring' and she hates more things than she likes." He recited all these facts like he was a Wikipedia document. All of us, besides Cat who was too engrossed in the delicious snack food, gave Robbie a horrified look. With an embarrassed shrug Robbie replied, "If she didn't want people to know all of this she wouldn't post it all over Facebook."

Still weirded out by Robbie's knowledge on the new girl I couldn't help but notice he said she broke up with her girlfriend. Another lesbian coming to H.A, I wonder if she's good looking?

"Another lesbian coming to Hollywood Arts," said Beck, nudging me on the arm.

I rolled my eyes, pretending not to have just thought the exact same thing. "Whatever, she just got out of a six-month relationship. She's probably not looking for anything serious."

"Well, you seriously need to get laid anyways," said Beck.

"Amen," assented André.

"I do not," I replied indignantly.

"You so do," all three guys, even Cat, said unanimously. I huffed in silence. I admit I probably did need to get laid by somebody that wasn't in my dreams. Beck and Alyssa Vaughn were together so I assumed they were doing each other, André and Keeko we're probably pleasuring each other and I know Robbie and Cat were.

"Let's get off the topic of my sex life and just go," I said. I walked out briskly, ending the conversation. They all followed along as we walked over to Sikowitz's class. That's when I saw her.

The pale complexion, raven colored hair, beautiful blue-grey eyes, sexy smirk gracing her lips, and luscious curves hit me instantly. I'd seen them all before. I instantly grabbed onto the nearest railing. This isn't possible. The only other place I've seen her is in my dreams. How could she be real? A sudden pounding in my head appeared, soon accompanied by a need between my legs. I don't understand! I felt my legs go weak and I collapsed on the floor. My brain was overloading with information.

Me, making quite a scene with my overwhelmed mind, easily attracted her attention. In that split second where our eyes met we had a connection. It was like, in that one look, we both knew that we'd seen each other before in our dreams. She knew I had seen her and I knew she had seen me.

She walked briskly over to me with a cold, calculating stare that reminded me nothing of the warm comforting beauty that was with me in my bed every night. She looked at me hesitantly before asking, "You're Victoria?"

I looked up at her, helpless, "Yeah," I said with a weak smile. She slaps me across the face, and damn it hurts like a bitch.

"How the hell did you get in my head?" She screamed.

I stood up straight. Get in her head? "What?"

She took my hand and dragged me into the janitor's closet. My friends give me a, 'should we do something' look and I shake my head no. I let her drag me into the closet she somehow seemed to know was there. "Every night for the past month I've dreamt of you," she hissed. The information that she'd been dreaming of me for a month surprised me. "Why? I don't even know you!"

"I don't know why," I said, my head still throbbing with the illogicalness of it all.

"Yes you do," she insisted.

"I didn't even know your name until this morning when my friend Robbie told me after he stalked you on Facebook," I responded. It took a minute for the girl to process the information.

"You have to know," she eventually whispered out. She fell to the floor in pieces. "How can you not know? How is this even possible?" Tears appeared in her eyes and I watched from her expression that her world was shattering to pieces. Just like mine.

"I don't know," I said. I took her into my arms like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I think it was. I mollified her as she cried in my arms. It felt good, finally holding her. Finally feeling her. I turned to face her, wiping away a tear from her eyes.

"I've had the same dream about you," she mumbled. "We're together, naked, in a bed. We're both staring at each other. I'm tell you how… how beautiful you are."

I ran my fingers through her hair, "I've had that same dream too."

"I've been haunted… by your face for the last month," she said.

"You're all that's been running through mine for the past week." She gave me a look, but then with a defeated sigh looked back down.

"Y'know, you really are beautiful. More so in person," she said after a few minutes of silence that I hadn't yet determined as awkward or comfortable.

"So are you," I replied.

"What do you think this means?" She asked.

"I don't know, a sign from the universe, but only if you believe in all of that. Maybe we've seen each other before and just… I don't know."

"I know this is going to sound… insane. Fuck, I think I'm mental for even suggesting this, but maybe we should give it a try." I look into her eyes to see if she's just bullshitting me or if she's serious. She's serious. "Now, I know it sounds crazy but we should give it a try. I mean, we see each other in our dreams all the time, hell I've had sex with you myriads of times in my dreams." She continued to ramble until I finally shut her up with a kiss on the lips. Kissing her in real life was way better than in a dream. Hell, she was so good at this she might just give me an orgasm right now.

"It does sound crazy," I responded, my breath hitting her lush red lips. "But I think we should definitely give it a try." A smile appeared on her face right before our lips met in another passionate kiss.

What'd you think? I will do a requested quote next, I swear. I just need more time and energy to work on it. Right now I'm working, glassy-eyed at 4am so I'm going to go to bed now. Goodbye and Review!