As Elena and Damon walked into Jeremy's room, they couldn't see what had caused Alaric so much distress until they heard Jeremy speak.
"Elena, you and Damon look weird." They immediately glanced over at each other and realized how close to each they were standing. Damon shook his head then moved slightly away. Elena huffed in frustration, and pouted when she heard Damon chuckle.
"Look who's talking, Gilbert. Alaric says you're losing your head."
"Don't look so disapproving. Of Elena ever got taken away from you, you wouldn't be entirely sane either. Before Stefan left you were a raging lunatic." Damon smirked.
"Takes one to know one, Gilbert. What's this dream you're going on about?"
"Elena knows." Damon turned to Elena, eyebrows raised. Elena turned her face towards Jeremy's.
"Goodnight, Jer." Elena walked out of the room, unable to tell whether Damon was following behind her, or already waiting comfortably on her bed.
"So, when exactly were you planning on telling me about this dream of yours?" Elena scoffed and turned around, leaning her hip against her bedroom door.
"Since when do I describe my dreams to you, Damon?"
"I make you aware of all of mine. I kind of figured you'd do the same."
"Well, it wasn't exactly... proper." Elena grimaced at how she sounded; flustered, nervous. Damon laughed.
"Well, I'm not proper! Go on, tell me about it." Elena sighed, opened her door and sat down. Damon did the same, looking at her expectantly. Elena described the dream to him, not looking at him as she described the ending. Damon sat there and listened to it, unable to understand this dream could mean so much. Then he realized that of course it would; Jeremy had spoken to Bonnie.
When Elena had finished, Damon thought over the dream.
"Elena?"
"Yes?"
"We have to speak to Bonnie." Elena nodded; she had thought they'd have to anyway. Damon got up and left the room, turning around in the doorway.
"You coming, princess?" Elena sighed, then got up.
"I'm really tired of all these supernatural problems."