Hey, this is going to be my first Transformers Fiction ever, but I am totally obsessed with the show. Like literally, I've already had dreams about them! Anyway, I thought, why not make a fic. Just finished a huge series and I'm hoping this will be a new one!

Disclaimer:I don't own the Transformers. They are too epic for this human to own. She is not a worthy enough man! ENJOY!"

Hello everyone! Welcome to the rewrite of Dreams! So I'll be uploading the first eight chapters that are completed. I'm not deleting the original because I want to keep it to look back on. I'm working on this at work during downtime so I can't say how fast each chapter will be released. I will do my best to get them out at least once a week. I'll aim for more than that but I cannot guarantee. I am a very busy adult human now, not the teen I was when this was first written!

Anyway, I'm happy to be back, hopefully permanently. I've really missed writing and I'm trying hard to get back into it again.

One more thing, most of this will be written on my phone so I apologize for any random mistakes. I'm trying to go through and reread it several times to catch any mistakes I might make but hey, I'm not perfect!

Oh and if you're new here and confused by the italicized text above, that's just my old Author Notes from my first go around with Dreams. I kept it as sort of a monument to the old text. Anyway, on to the story! Have fun!

Chapter One:

Dreams. People experience so many incredible things when they close their eyes and sink into that dark abyss. You can do things you never thought you'd be able to, and become something you always wanted to be. Dreams are doorways into our imaginations. Anything can become a reality when you dream it.

When it comes to me, my dreams are slightly… different than most people. They were more like visions. Visions that take me galaxies away from my drab, disappointing life.

Every since I was a little girl, I dreamt about alien robots known as Cybertronians. Seems a little far fetched, huh? As a child, I was amazed with how strong my imagination was. I had seemingly made up an entire race of alien beings in my unconscious state.

But now, as a teenager, I like to believe that they are real and that they're really out there somewhere. And maybe, just maybe if I was lucky enough, they would come to Earth and take me on incredible adventures. I could go with them and explore the immense galaxies of outer space. I wouldn't be stuck here on Earth, where my father was long gone and my mother didn't give two shits about me and what I did with my life. I could finally have a family.

My dreams usually consisted of five Autobots, Autobots being a faction on their planet. The other faction was the Decepticons, but they're not part of this story yet.

The name of my Autobots friends include Jazz, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Ratchet, and- my personal favorite- Optimus Prime. Optimus is the leader of the Autobots and my best friend. The first time I dreamt of the Autobots, it was of Optimus Prime. Could you imagine his reaction to finding a young five year old girl randomly aboard his ship, several light years away from any known civilization? My dream self certainly got a kick out of it.

Since that first night, I've dreamt of the Autobots every single night, never missing one. A different bot waited for me each night. Occasionally, there would be two or three bots in one dream, but those times were few and far between.I just looked forward to the nights when Optimus Prime would appear before me in my dreams.

And lucky for me, tonight just so happened to be one of those nights.

As light began to fill the seemingly endless darkness of my unconscious brain, Optimus Prime came into view. I grinned widely at the sight of him. "Optimus!" I called and ran to stand in front of him. Optimus laughed and lowered a servo for me to hope onto. I did so and he brought me up to his face.

"Hello, my angel."

When I appeared for the first time on the Autobot ship, Optimus thought that perhaps I was a ghost or an angel. Hence the nickname he gave me. Neither of us are sure if the other is truly real, which is a very interesting thought. We both thought of the other as some kind of gift from a higher being, maybe we were even meant to be each other's guardian angels.

"How have you been?" He asked me after I attempted to hug his neck. Which was not easy considering how huge he was!

"I've been good. You know, the usual. Schools been a drag, my mother ignores my very existence, and Mandy is the best thing in my waking world. How about you? It's been sometime since I saw you last. I've missed you." I pouted, though Optimus could tell it was in jest.

"My apologies, these past few solar cycles have been rough. Ratchet and I have been desperately scouring the universe for the Allsparks location. I fear Decepticons already know of where it is and if we do not find it soon, it will be too late."

I frowned at that. Optimus had explained to me before about the Allspark and its importance. Apparently it's what creates life for the Cybertronian race. Without it, they were slowly dying out, especially with the war that they've been fighting for millions and millions of centuries. "Isn't there some way to trace it. You were the one to send it out into space, right?" I asked curiously.

"Usually that would be the case, yes, but something is blocking its signal. I felt it once, but now I cannot. It's like something is masking it, protecting it from detection. Long ago, I received intel that Megatron had discovered the cubes coordinates. However, he went dark around a vorn ago. So now we can only hope to Primus that we can find some other connection to find its location." Optimus explained.

"I hope you find it soon, then. I would hate for the Decepticons to beat you to it." I responded worriedly. However, before another word could be spoken, I felt the signs of my body waking and knew I wouldn't be there much longer. "Looks like it's time for me to wake up Optimus. I hope to see you again soon."

"And you as well, my angel." Optimus responded as he began fading from view. Once more I was floating in darkness. However, it didn't last nearly as long as the first. Soon enough, my eyes began fluttering open. The sound of my alarm going off was one of the first things that registered in my mind.

With a groan, I reached over and slammed the top of it, effectively cutting it off. Then I rolled out of bed, catching myself with my feet, and straightened up my back so that I was standing. "Ugh, do I really need an education?" I muttered to myself before sliding my feet towards the bathroom.

I took care of my bathroom business. My hair, which was colored black with bright red highlights, was a mess of tangled curls. No surprise there considering I showered last night and didn't blow dry or straighten it. I wasn't really in the mood to mess with it, so I just brushed it back into a ponytail. Then I brushed my teeth and applied a light layer of makeup.

Once I was finished with that, I went back into my room to change. My skin was naturally very pale. My father was from Scotland and I was blessed with inheriting all his genetics. Sadly, I did not have a Scottish accent. My birth father left when I was a wee lass. All I ever knew was my American step father, so American is all I know.

As for clothing, I chose a red halter-style shirt and dark blue shorts. If my mother cared about me, she'd probably think they were too short, considering they caught off at my upper thigh. But she didn't give a rats ass and neither did I. After my stepfather left, good riddance, my mother basically became a workaholic. She was up before me and came home sometime after I went to bed.

When I got into my teen years, I tried everything to gain her attention. Mostly that meant getting into trouble at school, and getting arrested once. She simply picked up from school and then dropped me off at home before going to work. When I was arrested, she paid the bail and then that was it. She said nothing to me about it after that.

Honestly, all I really wanted to do was graduate high school and get as far away as possible from this stupid town and my mother. The only thing that got me through each day was the thought of seeing my Autobot friends at the end of it. They kept me going, even at my darkest hour. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them, and if it wasn't for Optimus. He was my true pillar of strength and I appreciated having him in my life every single day.

Five pages of story and I still haven't introduced myself. Sorry about the wall break, but I figured you all would like to know my name. I'm Jenny Masters. I'm a Scottish-American girl who struggles with life almost every single day. But I get through it all thanks to Optimus and the other Autobots.

Oh, and my human friend Mandy. Mandy is your typical blue eye, blond hair cutie. Pink is her favorite color and bowties have been her thing since kindergarten. Honestly, it's kind of adorable. However, don't tell her that. She may look like a prep, but Mandy is a total badass who could totally take anyone in a fight. I'm lucky to have her by my side. And the best part, she doesn't think I'm crazy for my Autobot dreams. She actually thinks they're cool and she's jealous she's not having dreams about alien robots. Mandy is weird and I love her for it.

The sound of a car horn honking drew me from my thoughts. I looked out the window and, speak of the devil, there she was waiting for me. Every morning Mandy picked me up in her sweet ride- a 1967 Chevy Impala. I grabbed my backpack and keys before running out the door and over to the car.

"Hey girlie. You finish your history report?" Mandy asked me when I sat down and shut the door.

I laughed as I buckled my seatbelt and shoved my backpack unto the floor board. "You know I did. Hopefully I'll get an A, I spent so much time on the damn thing. What about you, missy? Did you finish your report?" I asked my friend with a raised eyebrow.

Mandy giggled before she hit the gas pedal, taking off towards the school. "Yes, ma'am. After my mom threatened to take away my car if I didn't get a good grade, I knew I needed to step up my game. Wouldn't want my best friend and I to be forced to take the bus the rest of the school year."

Both of us shivered at the thought. "Yeah, no that would be awful."

Mandy pulled into the parking lot right as the first bell rang. We quickly gathered our things up and ran to our first scheduled class. History was the last class of the day that we took and thankfully we had it together. We just had to get through the beginning part of our day.

Finally though, it was time. Mandy and I met in the hall outside of the classroom so that we could walk in together. We took seats in the back of the room. The less attention on us, the better. The teacher was leaning back in his chair, looking bored as he watched his students pile in. Honestly he was the worst teacher at this school. No one really learned anything from him and he never bothered to stop the class from messing around. It was annoying.

"Alright class, quiet. Time for your projects."Our teacher said, rolling his eyes a little as he spoke. I volunteered to go first so that I could get it out of the way. Mandy went after me. Once we both were finished, we vaguely listened to the other kids present. Finally it was time for the last student to go up. "Mr Witwicky, you're up." The teacher said in a bored voice.

Sam Witwicky was the kind of kid that you tend to overlook on most days. He was sort of high strung and, dare I say it, weird. Like weird weird. Not the good kind of weird either. The "oh my gosh, I'm a little scared" weird. I haven't really interacted much with him over the years.

Sam got to the front of the classroom. "Sorry, I got a lot of stuff."He said as he dumped his stuff on the podium. "Okay. For my family..." He cut off when a paper ball was suddenly flung at him, hitting him in the face. I glared at the culprit, an idiotic muscle head known as Trent.

"Who did... Who did that? People! Responsibility."My teacher said, proving how much he pays attention. Again, this guy literally sucked so much. He really shouldn't be a teacher… just saying.

"Okay. So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal. In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf." He then told us a little about what happened with them. I listened to him, interested in his family's history. That actually sounded a lot cooler than mine. My grandpa ran a distillery.

"So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th-century seamen. This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sale, by the way. Like the sextant here. $50 for this, which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things." Sam explained. That was when I began losing focus. I didn't plan on buying anything from him or anyone else.

"Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't a show and sale. It's the 12th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing."The teacher said, a little annoyed.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take . Cold hard cash works, too,And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day."Sam tried again.

"Sam!"

"Sorry. Unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psych ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered."Sam explained, but had to stop when the bell rang. I gathered my stuff up to leave.

"Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight."The teacher yelled as we filed out.

"Here, you want? Here, 50. 40? 30?"Sam asked me as I passed. I just smiled and shook my head. I was too nice of a person to just simply ignore him. "Strange kid."Mandy whispered to me, Sam and the teacher's voices fading. I nodded in agreement.

I followed Mandy back to her car. When we were halfway there, Sam suddenly flew past. He was holding up his paper, yelling happily, as he jogged over to his dad. "Well, at least he's happy."I said and we both giggled.

Mandy's car was parked right next to Sam's dad, so we could hear the conversation between them. "So?" His father asked when he jumped into the vehicle. Sam waved the papers around a bit. ""A-. It's an A, though."

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see. It's an A."His dad said, trying to get a good view of the paper. "So I'm good?"Sam asked, with hope and happiness practically radiating from him. "You're good."His dad said and they drove off.

Mandy and I exchanged smiles once more before hopping into her car. She drove me straight home. When she pulled up to my house, I got out and waved goodbye to her as she drove away. When I walked through my door, I decided now would be a good time for a nap. So I walked up the stairs and into my room. I changed into a pair of legs and a tank top before crawling into my bed.

And as my eyes closed and I felt the sudden draw towards the black abyss of my mind, I couldn't help but hope that Optimus would be on the other side, waiting for me.

(So what do you think? This is my first Transformers Fic, but I'm totally obsessed with it! Haha, so, I hope you stick with me and R&R! Thanks!)

Alright, Chapter one is done! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please, leave me a review and let me know your thoughts. I've missed getting those!