"The general function of dreams
is to try to restore our psychological balance by producing dream
material that re-establishes, in a subtle way, the total psychic equilibrium."

~CARL JUNG, Man and His Symbols

I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me
I played pretend between the trees
And fed my houseguests bark and leaves
And laughed in my pretty bed of green

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest swing
I had a dream

Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park
I asked God who I'm supposed to be
The stars smiled down at me
God answered in silent reverie
I said a prayer and fell asleep

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest tree
I had a dream

oooo...

Now I'm old and feeling gray
I don't know what's left to say
About this life I'm willing to leave
I lived it full, I lived it well
As many tales I live to tell
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now

To fly from the highest wing
I had a dream
~Dream~
Prscilla Ahn

Tap.

Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

My head snapped up from my glowing computer screen, my eyebrows furrowing as I stood up - looking away from the ancient computer that sat upon a desk with a broken leg that was taped together with masking tape.

Okay, don't open the window.

It might be a serial killer.

A serial killer? In Forks?

It's a possibility!

With you there, everything's a possibility.

Except being able to cook.

That will never happen.

I breathed out a rattled breath, hoping to dear god it wasn't the demon from some kind of horror movie and I sighed in relief as I saw ... nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Fuck.

I sighed, going back to my computer and I ran a hand through my hair - adjusting my glasses and I looked into the glowing computer screen, the mouse scrolling down the Quileute website - my eyes scanning over their legends. I wasn't doing anything wrong - I was just interested in my boyfriends culture. That wasn't wrong, was it?

Your so nosy.

Shut up.

My eyes scanned over the websites, and I clicked on one website that was hidden underneath adds for penile enlargement and how to loose twenty pounds in two weeks.

And then I found it.

A list of all of they're legends.

I pursed my lips as I clicked on the one about they're creation, and my eyes narrowed as I read through the text.

It happened long ago that Q'waeti' journeyed all over the land setting the people aright and instructing the people that would come in the future how they should act. Q'waeti' instructed the people how to build houses.

One day Q'waeti' came upon Beaver. Beaver was sharpening his stone knife, and Beaver was very stingy. Q'waeti' asked what was Beaver doing. Whereupon Beaver said: "I am sharpening my knife in order to kill Q'waeti'," said Beaver. Then Q'waeti' took what Beaver was sharpening and stuck it on Beaver's tail. Then he said: "You shall always have this stuck to your tail, and live in the water. You will just slap the water with your tail and dive when the people come."

Then one day he came upon Deer. Deer was sharpening his shell knife. Thereupon Q'waeti' asked Deer what was he sharpening it for. Whereupon Deer said: "I am going to kill Q'waeti'," said Deer. Then Q'waeti' seized the shell that Deer was sharpening. Then he stuck it on Deer's ears. He said "When you see people you shall run frightened and stop, and look back." Then Q'waeti' went on his way.

Not long afterward he reached Q'wayi't'soxk'a River. But he did not find any people. Then Q'waeti' spit on his hands and rubbed them. Doing this he rubbed off the human dead skin into the water. Thereupon many people appeared. Then Q'waeti' said to the people whom he had made: "You shall dwell here," said Q'waeti'. "Your name shall be Q'wayi't'sox (Queets.)"

Then Q'waeti' reached the Hoh people. He saw that these people walked on their hands carrying their smelt nets between their legs. At that time all the Hoh people walked on their hands. They were called the Up-side-down people. Since that time the Up-side-down people were known as the first people who had existed. Then Q'waeti' turned right side up the ones who walked on their hands. "You shall use your feet to walk," said Q'waeti' to the former Up-side-down people. "Go and fish smelt. You shall catch much fish when you fish smelt." Ever since then there is much smelt at Hoh.

Then Q'waeti' went on and reached the Quileute land. He saw two wolves. There were no people here. Then Q'waeti' transformed the wolved into people. Then he instructed the people saying: "The common man will have only one wife. Only a chief may have four or eight wives. For this reason you Quileute shall be brave, because you come from wolves," said Q'waeti'. "In every manner you shall be strong."

Then Q'waeti' reached the Ozette people (Makah.) There he saw two dogs. Then he transformed the dogs into people. Then Q'waeti' gave instructions to the people how to search around the rocks for devil-fish, and to get all kinds of sea food. Then Q'waeti' went on.

Then he came to the Neah people. He saw many people. The people did not know how to fish. So, the Neah people were hungry, about to perish. Then Q'waeti' instructed one person how they should fish. Q'waeti' instructed them how to troll when trying to fish. Ever since then there is much fish in Neah Bay. When Q'waeti' finished he said that there would be much fish at Neah Bay.

Then Q'waeti' went on setting aright and creating people, going around the land, and instructing them in what they should do in order to subsist.

Wolves.

I had heard they're stories - the one Billy and Quil Senior told with such absolute precision and depth it consumed everyone that listened to their wispy, strong voices. I had heard about the Third Wife -a women whom conveyed such absolute bravery when her husband was in danger.

Yet I didn't think anything of it.

My heard throbbed with the thoughts and images of wolves - wolves.

Real Wolves.

Why are you even concerning yourself with they're legends? It's crap!

This is insane.

What's next - Vampires?

Idiot.

My imagination never ceased to amaze me, the things that it could conjure were just ridiculous. Wolves turning into people, it's insane not to mention totally illogical and goes against everything I have ever believed in.

Science could not allow it.

It's not real.

It's just a story.

Your freaking out over nothing.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

"Oh, for fucks sake."

I pushed my chair out from under me - crossing my room and I opened my window, the cool august night hitting me with unbelievable ferocity and I hissed as the wind slammed into me, shaking the window as it let out its refined anger.

What was with this tapping? Was it just my imagination, or was a tiny mouse just finding entertainment in making me search for this bloody, fucking tapping?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

It's not going to go away, is it?

Nope.

Just go to sleep - it'll go away.

It didn't.

I screamed into my pillow as I heard the tapping again, and I shot up from my warm, beloved bed as I looked around my room - wondering why in the hell the fucking tapping was comming from?

Was it a demon?

Was it a rat, or a mouse?

Was it a clown?

A clown? Really?

Well, I don't know - clowns seem to be everywhere.

No they aren't.

It's three in the morning.

I can't be fucked arguing with you.

I ripped my quilt from me, my feet landing on the hard wooden floor and I sighed - knowing I would have to get on my hands and knee's and I winced.

I'd probably get a splinter.

I pressed my hand against my head as I tried to rid myself of the head ache that currently tore my temples apart.

Sleep deprivation does that to you.

Fuck off.

I didn't know why I was looking up Quileute legends. It was as if I needed to, to understand why my boyfriend ran into the forest for some unknown reason, or had a temperature that would usually kill a normal person - overheating them and boiling there internal organs, or that he healed unbelievably and unimaginably fast.

I couldn't understand it.

Nor could I understand the strangeness, or the confusion of the situation I was in.

Or my obsession with trying to find out what Jacob was.

I don't know when it started, the obsession, I mean - I've never had obsessions before. Sure, things intrigue me - yet this, this was unlike anything.

I knew something wasn't right about the men that inhabited La Push, Washington.

Although, I guess I couldn't exactly trust my intuition - I used to have a feeling giants controlled the world, and tat we were just they're doll house.

Yeah.

I know.

I'm slightly freakish.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

"Oh, for fuckity fuck fuck sake!"

It was coming from outside.

I knew that much.

Grabbing Jacobs oversized shirt that I had readily made my new sleeping attire, I narrowed my eyes - opening my door as I grabbed my socks - pushing them onto my cold feet. Trudging down the stairs, I grabbed a torch from above the fridge and grabbing my boots - slipping into them as I went out the back door.

This fucking mouse was going to be slaughtered by my wrath.

Looking up at my window, I sighed as I saw a tree branch that had blown off one of the trees - stuck in the window next to my bedroom, slamming against the side of the house.

That's what I could here?

Really?

I came out here for nothing.

And I'm freezing.

The universe really does hate me.

And then I heard something.

I turned, my eye's narrowing into the darkness that surrounded me and I looked at the dark, illusive forest that I had yet and never wanted to venture into.

And then I saw it.

I heard a small scream escape my mouth as I saw it - something that only special effects on a movie could conjure up. "This isn't real." I whispered as rain hit my face, soaking me.

It was huge.

And it was a wolf.

A huge wolf.

Maybe it got into the Jacobs steroids.

It was the size of a horse - a horse! How could a wolf, a mutt, be the size of a dog! It wasn't, no, It just couldn't - this wasn't natural; this wolf wasn't natural.

His coat was rusty brown, and it dripped with the rain that was falling. His eyes, oddly and confusingly, familiar - stared at me as if I was the only thing he had ever seen, completely and irrevocably mesmerised.

I looked at it, wondering how it could possibly be real.

Get out of there, now.

It's dangerous.

It stepped forward and I stepped back, tripping on something and I screamed as slipped - landing against the wall of the house, tears pricking my eyes as I put my hand up as it stepped forward again.

"Don't," I whispered, shaking my head. "Don't do this."

It almost seemed hurt and I gasped as it stepped forward again, the depth of it's dark orbs beckoning me in and I reached out - unable to stop myself - wanting to touch it, be welcomed into its warmth.

I was so close.

I could practically feel it.

"ANNA!"

My head snapped up, as did the wolf and I felt tears leave my eyes as my shaking hand retreated and I saw the faint outline of my Uncle, the sound of his feet against the mud evident as my sight blurred. Dazed, I looked back at where the wolf stood mere moment ago - the last thing I saw was the faint outline of a wolf, disappearing into the dark constraints of the forest before the deep, threatening darkness consumed me.

And then everything went black.

And then I woke up.

My eyes adjusted to a light blue ceiling, my eyes slightly blurred as I tried to focus on what was surrounding me. "Your up,"

I looked up, surprised as I saw Jake - my Jake - with a broad smile on his gorgeous face, a small little boy in his arms, dressed in light blue pyjama's. The little boy had chopped raven hair, and large, familiar dark eyes - the same very ones I had dreamt about for so long.

A smile lit up the little boys face; happiness epitomised in that very facial feature.

And then I noticed it.

It was my smile.

I was looking at the smile I treasure, and sometimes critiqued. I gasped lightly as the child, the little boy, was dropped onto the bed I was sleeping on - crawling over to me and resting his chubby, perfect copper hands on my swollen abdomen.

I was pregnant.

I knew in that instant who the child was - he was mine. His skin, a perfect combination of mine and his fathers.

Caramel.

Or maybe toffee.

He was gorgeous.

Unknown pride swelled in my chest while a bright smile lit up my face as I wrapped my arms around his tiny, precious body, happiness radiating from my very being as I thought of a child, this perfect child, belonging to me - a self-proclaimed child phobic.

This was impossible.

How has this happened?

"How are my girls?" Jake asked, sitting on the bed and he looked down at my stomach - pressing his warm hand on my stomach.

And then it kicked.

Tears sprung to my eyes as I felt it, another baby, inside of me.

I was so happy.

And then it changed.

The sun I had felt on my face when I awoke was no longer there, stripped from the atmosphere as was the happiness I had once felt. I looked down at the child that was whimpering in my arms as I tightened them, automatically, around my son - looking back up at Jacob, wanting to find comfrt in his ebrace.

Yet Jacob was no longer there.

And I was no longer in a bed.

Now was my son.

I looked around, panicked as I searched for them both - shocked, at the absence of them.

Yet Jacob no longer stood there.

In his place, a large, rusty coated wolf.

"NO!NO! NO!"

My eyes shot open, my hands shooting to my stomach.

It was flat.

I felt grief consume me, along with the dreaded fear, and my chest rose in hyper-ventilation, my shaking hands coming up to console my shaking body as I tried o deal with th unwated loss I had stirring inside of me. "Anna! Anna!"

I felt foreign hands on my face and I sobbed as the person took me in their arms, my fingers clutching at their cotton shirt and I could no longer control the gut wrenching sobs that left my body.

Embarrasing, I know.

"It's okay. It's okay."

I shook my head, crying out in pain as grief flooded through my blood stream - the sense of loss consuming me as it collapsed every organ, yet the tears did not cease.

Nor did the screams.

"It was so real," I whispered through my frightened sobs, his arm pulling me closer. "It was so, so real."

"I know," A gruff voice said, and I clutched at my dream - at my children.

They weren't real, Anna.

It was a dream.

How could it be a dream? It was so real. I had felt that child in my arms, I had felt his warmth, his innocence - I had held him. I had felt the baby kick, I ha felt Jaco- his hand on my stomach in a sign of affection. I ad felt it all, I had felt thre touch - I had blushed. I had felt the sun on my face, and the warth of the quilt that I slept in! I had et it all, yet it was all ripped away.

It couldn't have been a dream.

It was real.

It had to be.

Here is a serious chapter for you all!

It might seem confusing, but it is contributing to the story and I had writers block so this was the best I culd come up with. I don't wy but I think you guys shoulD know this - I'm literally speaking with a Draula accent at the moment.

I'm so weird.

Thank you all for your dedicated reviews, especially to the one and only Chinmayi - your words made me giggle! They were very sweet, and I'm glad you like the story. And don't be silly - Ilove basking in compliments about my deranged humor! And, thank yo for noticing my songs and Quotes. I believe Quotes are on of the best recorded evidence of human history so I use them to balance meout. Oddly enough, the songs sometimescan insire me - like this story is actually inspired by a song called'Turning Pages' and it's on the Twilight Sage: Breaking Dawn Part 1 soundtrack and I am obsessed! :O Anyways, your the first to notice :)

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Sorry, this dracuala thing is kind of taking over my brain and thought stream.

Oh, just wanted to give some small dates. When this chapter tkes place, it's the early morning of Monay - the 28th of August. The next chapter will take place on the 31st - the day Bella and Edward return. I'm telling you guys this so you know some of the dates.

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