But yet, he would always come short, she would continue to fall at an alarming rate, and the man's clear blue eyes would cry out for her...

"ALISON!" Alison bolted up, alarmed from her dream, and found herself on the couch of the living room.

"Ali?" Alison looked over at her friend and shaked her head trying to release the memories from her disturbing dream. "Alison, are you okay?"

"Hmm? Oh, Yeah, I'm fine." Ali raised a brow tward her friend. "Why did you wake me up?"

"Sorry," Heather held up a bag, "I'm goin' to the beach! You wanna come?"

Ali sighed. "You woke me up for that?"

"Sorry?"

Alison lazily got up off the couch. "I'll go." And with that she made her way up the stairs to get her things ready.

".....and its just the same dream. I just cant figure it out!" JC raked his fingers through his hair. "Its too confusing."

Lance sighed and looked over at his friend. "The same dream for how long?"

"Since the end of the tour."

"JC! Thats been three weeks now!"

"I know. I thought it would stop, but well, I guess not."

Lance thought for a moment. "I heard about things like this. The person in the dream ends up to be a soul mate or something."

JC raised an eyebrow in Lance's direction. "Thats crazy. Who belives in that stuff. Its a fake anyway."

"I'm not to sure on it either, but it's happened."

JC laughed and shook his head. "Lance, you really hafta stop reading those crazy papers."

"I dont read them...well, not often!" JC laughed harder. "Awe c'mon JC, Joey gets them all the time!"

"You guys are nuts." JC walked over to his closet and grabbed a towel and bag. "I'm going to the beach. You wanna come?"

"Jet-Skiing?" Lance questioned with hopeful eyes.

JC nodded and laughed. "If you want." Lance took off out the room calling behind him, "I'll go get my stuff." JC shook his head and made his way down to the living room to wait for Lance.

Is he right? Could this dream actually---Nah...dont do that to yourself, JC...its all just fake