Just an amazing dream
The next morning I woke with a massive headache. I immediately thought about last night, but it made no sense at all. What a weird dream that had been.
My headache revealed that I indeed had found the location where they had shot the episode in Bree's Bar, but did it really look like it had done on the show?
It suddenly hit me, how did I get home?
I took a couple of aspirins, got dressed and went downstairs. Instead of heading to the dining room, I went to the foyer and straight to the door, neatly parked outside the hotel stood my rented car.
I smiled.
It was so obvious that everything had been just a dream, but this was all the proof I needed. Still smiling I went to the dining room to get myself some breakfast.
When I was no longer hungry and the headache didn't threaten to crack my skull open, I took my phone and called my friend Anna about the tour yesterday.
I was glad to hear that she was no longer in the hospital, the operation had gone fine and she was now at home again, even if she was sore. She talked about trying to reschedule the flight and join me.
I told her about my dream and we both laughed about it. She wished yet again that she was there, and so did I, but we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone.
I took a shower, dried my long blond curls and put a little makeup on around the blue eyes. As I got dressed I thought about what I was supposed to do with this day. I took my Iphone and flipped though the pictures I took at Glenridge Hall. Suddenly I stopped and flipped back a few pictures again. It was a picture of the fabulous building, but when I enhanced the picture I saw a person in one of the windows.
It was 'Damon'.
Did this mean that I didn't make it all up after all? Why would he be in that house? I didn't understand it, did this mean I didn't make the afternoon up either? My fingers where shaking when I flipped though the rest of the pictures on my phone, but there were nothing suspicious at all.
I was almost disappointed, but I smiled at my own stupid imagination.
I took the car downtown again and the smile was still on my lips as I walked around in the park. I took a seat on the bench that I had sat on the day before. My curiosity was killing me, so I took my Iphone and flipped through the pictures once again and found the picture I was looking for. I enhanced it again and was looking very close at it, puzzled. Why would he be there? It wasn't like they shot scenes from inside the house, it was all shot in a studio and I had been outside that studio yesterday.
"How's the head, gorgeous?" someone said and I jumped, startled and looked at my side.
On the bench beside me sat Damon, looking at me with his crocked smile. I just stared at him. Wasn't last night a dream after all?
"Cat got your tongue?" he was teasing, and I felt my cheeks getting red from embarrassment. "How cute, she blushes."
"Did we meet for real yesterday? It wasn't just my dream?" I stuttered.
"You dreamed about me?" He kept teasing. "No it was real, don't you remember? You, dancing on the table, giving me a lap dance."
My eyes got so big they were about to fall out of my head as I stared at him. He started to laugh and put his arm around me. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist." I glowered at him and my whole face was hostile. He just kept laughing at me.
His phone started ringing and his laughter stopped as he looked in the display. "Hello brother!" he said in a rude voice. He listened intense and started to look around us after something or somebody. He seemed worried.
"I'll meet you at the Grill." He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket, he got back on his feet as he kept looking around.
"I think you better come along." He said, took me by the elbow and pulled me along.
"That was Stefan?" I said worried.
"You know my brother?" He looked surprised at me and I shook my head intensely.
My head was working 100 miles an hour. We were going to the Grill? The Mystic Grill I knew really was a tax-office?
"But, but..."
"It's okay. I won't let anything happened to you." His tone was protective. He kept looking around and put his arm around me as we hurriedly crossed the street to get to the Grill, the Grill that I knew was only a film-set in a studio.
He pushed the door open and we got into Mystic Grill.
"I was here yesterday, and it was a tax-office!" I hissed at him. He looked at me like I really had lost it.
Had I entered the Twilight dimension, an alternate universe?
