Damon didn't remember falling asleep. He remembered Elena sitting with him watching some chick flick on Netflix, though not minding one bit because Elena was right next to him. He remembered resting his head in her lap because his eyes started to feel heavy, he remembered Elena's fingers moving lightly over his cheek bones. He remembered Elena's head falling on his shoulder rather heavily, and was about to get up to check on her, before his dream swallowed him whole. He had a weird feeling that Elena had been included in the gulping as well.

He was abruptly wrapped up in the pounding of the music, dancing and moving through the crowd to get to Elena, to dance with her, to feel her slight body against his, to be with her and to enjoy the feeling of the sweat washing away their worries. When he'd seen her, he couldn't help himself. He'd ran the rest of the way, then when he'd found himself standing directly in front of her, gazed at her face, deep in her eyes. They were surrounded by black kohl, making her thick lashes that much more prominent. She looked like a warrior, like a temptress. Like a goddess. She was irresistibly beautiful. So naturally, he couldn't understand why, he started to move his lips over hers, bending neck down, down, down…

Until they met warm, soft skin. The skin on her lips. They parted easily, inviting him to continue holding her, kissing her. Her hand rested on his, where it was holding her face, and stroked it. Damon's breath came in gasps as he expertly worked his mouth against hers, and she responded well. When her breathing turned too ragged, he released her, and he took note that she leaned forward when he leaned away. Then she stroked his bottom lip, and whispered to herself.

"Oh my god…" At her words, he jerked awake, face to face with the Elena in his reality, and saw her only waking. Her cheeks were a bright crimson. As Elena raised her head, she uttered 3 words.

"Oh my god…"

"Tell me about it." Elena took a ragged breath.

"What do we do?"

"We find things out."

"How do we do that?"

"No idea."

Elena was breathless by the time Damon and she had talked things out. Neither of them had wanted to, but they'd have to go back to Bonnie to talk things out, ask her what she knew. And they really didn't speak to Jeremy, maybe Jeremy had some information? Neither of them knew whether Alaric knew something about this type of "mind control", for lack of a better word. Elena would have a constant stream of butterflies going on in her stomach; just being around Damon, just having Damon's shocking blue eyes on her… they sent her insides into a frenzy. Weird, had she ever felt this way around Stefan? She loved Stefan, but was she ever in love with him? Things were always so heavy around him, and they had always been so intense around each other.

With Damon, the feeling was always there, and it was always so hard to ignore. It wasn't ever unpleasant, just flustering. She was sure-with Damon's enhanced hearing-that he could immediately see through her, that he could see the butterflies in her stomach wreaking havoc on her insides. And that added to her nervousness. But she loved the feeling, she loved-what? She swore for a moment she would say she loves him. But she doesn't. Does she?

"Elena? Are you alright?" Damon called after her. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, checked whether her blue blouse was straight, that her jeans weren't too low, that her laces were tied, that her hair was straight and brushed, before she left Damon's washroom. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, paired with his black leather jacket. His usual. When she walked out, he looked down at his shoes.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Elena sighed as she walked out the door, Damon following closely at her heels.

"Do you think we'll find anything out?" Elena was puzzled at his worried tone, then figured it was her turn to be nonchalant and sarcastic.

"That bad dreaming about, huh?" She grinned at him, and he actually managed to look embarrassed.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"We'll figure it out, Damon. Don't worry." Elena couldn't be sarcastic; Damon seemed worried, she had to answer seriously.

"You think so?"

"I know so. We always do." Damon nodded; he suddenly felt very empty, very lost, without his baby bro. Then Elena reached over and put her hand on his knee as he drove out the driveway, and the feeling was gone.

Once Elena and Damon had made it to Bonnie's, they suddenly felt a little cautious. Hopefully she'd returned to herself a bit since last night. They knocked on her door, then stood awkwardly waiting at the door.

"Who is it?" Came Bonnie's cheerful voice.

"The pizza man!" Damon said, sarcastically. Elena smiled against her will, and Damon nudged her with a smile of his own. The door opened, and they returned to their original positions.

"Bonnie…" Before Elena could continue, Bonnie hugged her.

"Elena, I'm so sorry, I don't know what got in to me last night. I should've answered our questions." Elena shook her head with a kind smile on her face.

"Don't worry about it. But would you mind answering a few now? Preferably not here, we've been cooped up too long." Bonnie nodded.

"Just let me get my coat." Bonnie went in her house for a moment, then came out with her jacket slung over her arm. She locked her door, then turned to them with a look only described as concern on her face. Damon shifted uncomfortably.

"Things don't look too good for you two."

"Me and Damon?"

"No, you and Stefan. Klaus has left you and Damon alone for a while now, too wrapped with Stefan, and Stefan has left you and Damon alone for a while now too. You and Damon are the result of both those things. You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" Elena glanced back at Damon, and they both nodded.

"The dreams are clearly showing a connection, but I'm sure that's what you've both already figured out. But they're showing more. They're showing how specific things-the pulsing music, specifically-affects the people around you. I've had the dreams, too. But in them, I'm not you or Damon, though I inevitably spot you two, and I inevitably try to get to you. If you ask Jeremy, he'll say he's getting them, too. It might be showing the future, maybe somebody is causing us to see them, don't ask me how." Elena sighed, then rubbed the tense muscles in her neck. Damon spoke first.

"That sounds complicated. What do you suggest we do?" Bonnie shrugged.

"Leave it alone for now. I really don't know where to go from here. Wait until you have another one of your dreams; maybe you'll see a clue then." Elena nodded.

"Thank you Bonnie." Bonnie nodded, then went back in her house.

"How are we going to figure anything out?" Damon shrugged.

"We sleep."

"I thought you said you didn't want to go digging through our subconscious together." Elena raised an eyebrow. Damon smirked.

"It doesn't matter what I want, does it?" Somehow, Damon's words felt like they had a double meaning. Elena shrugged.

"I don't really want to either." Damon sighed.

"Sleeping isn't that great anymore is it?"

"Why's that?"

"Because of the dreams."

"I don't mind the dreams so much."

"So, dreaming about me is that good isn't it?" Damon winked at me, I laughed.

"Are you staying at the Boarding House again tonight?" Elena nodded.

"I just need to stop by the house to get some more clothes and some homework. I've got a paper due Wednesday."

"Aw, but it's only Sunday." Damon pouted. Elena laughed.

"Yeah, and if it doesn't get done today it won't get done ever!" Damon hip bumped Elena, and Elena hip bumped Damon. They went home in good spirits, laughing and joking together as if that's the way things were and always will be.