Totally random dream of Bella's. I was bored and my mom was making the turkey. So yeah. There's my inspiration for ya! HAPPY THANKGIVING EVERYBODY!!

DISCLAIMER: I NO OWN

For a few seconds I was in pitch black and was completely alone it seemed. Then, I saw a light appear and it illuminated the scene in front of me.

It was the middle of autumn and the leaves were falling everywhere. I twirled around in the torrent of red, orange and brown, letting the leaves stick in my hair and clothes.

Then I looked around and gasped. I was in the middle of someone's yard.

Through the window I could see the large family bustling around in the kitchen. It took me a while to notice that they were making dinner. Thanksgiving dinner. All the possible surfaces were covered in pies and tarts and other food.

All of a sudden, there was a shriek from one of the children and the mother was holding him in her arms.

"What happened?" The mother said softly.

"The turkey moved. I-It looked at me!" The child whimpered into his mother's arms.

"The turkey's dead, dear. It can't look at you."

"But it did! I saw it!"

"I think you imagined it. Just tell yourself it isn't real, okay?"

"O-Okay, Mother."

"Thank-you, dear. I have to work on dinner now," she said and walked over to the turkey to put it in the oven again. But as she did so, the turkey rasied its head and let out a sqauk in her ear. "Ahh! The turkey's alive!"

"What's wrong honey?" Her husband asked from the doorway, stepping closer to comfort her. Then he saw the turkey and yelled. "Holy shit! The turkey's alive!"

The two other children had been chopping vegatables and had seen the whole predicament. Armed with their sharp chef's knives, they screamed. "Kill the turkey! Ahh!" And the two children stabbed at the hot pan in their mother's arms.

(Yes, in cause you are wondering, the turkey is featherless and has no heart and stuffs.)But the turkey was now waddling around the floor of their house and towards the open door. The children now turned and ran out the door after their escaped turkey dinner.

I stared at the turkey as it came out the door and onto the lawn where I had been standing. The two children came after it with their knives and kept screaming about 'killing the turkey', or how it was 'getting away'. (Imagine two kids running around in circles after a featherless turkey and try not to laugh, in your head or out loud. betcha can't do it.) I laughed my butt off as I watched them fumble along the ground and trip over their own feet, thank god that the knives were above their heads when ever they fell.

After much falling and screaming the two children caught the turkey and jabbed it again and again.

Poor turkey. I thought.

I gasped as I woke up from the dream and noticed Edward laughing softly in the rocking chair. What did I do this time?

"What did I say now?" I groaned. I had an unfortunate habit of talking in my sleep.

"THE TURKEY! IT'S ALIVE! AH! AFTER IT! KILL THE TURKEY!" Edward said quietly, immitating the famous Dr. Frankenstein voice when he said it was 'alive'.

"Oh. Well, you can guess what my dream was about then."

"I can get the just of it, yes," Edward said smoothly with more than a hint of humor in his voice. "Killing turkeys. Turkeys being alive. Yeah, I get most of it."

"Good. I couldn't explain it right if I tried."

"Go back to sleep, Bella."

"Okay. Good-night."

"Good-night, love."

TA-DA!! BEHOLD! MY MASTERPIECE! (I quote Emmett, almost.)Umm. . . yeah, I was bored. Extremely bored. You get very weird stories when you are bored. Hhehe. . . yeah.