I had the sense that I'd been asleep for a very long time-my body was stiff, like I hadn't moved once through that time , either. My mind was dazed and slow; strange, colorful dreams-dreams and nightmares-swirled dizzily around the inside of my head. They were so vivid. The horrible and the heavenly, all mixed together into a bizzare jumble. There was sharp impatience and fear, both part of that frustrating dream were your feet can't move fast enough...And there were plenty of monsters, red eyed fiends that were all the more ghastly for their genteel civility. The dream was still strong-I could even remember names. But the strongest, clearest part of the dream was not the horror. It was the angel that was most clear. It was hard to let him go and wake up. This dream did not want to be shoved away into the vault of dreams I refused to revisit. I struggled with it as my mind became more aloert, focusing on reality. I couldn't remember what day it was, but I was sure Jacob or school or work or something was waiting for me. I inhaled deeply, wondering how to face another day.
- New Moon, Stepenie Meyer