Last night I had a really odd but amazingly cool dream. I lived in Mystic Falls and knew about the vampire secret, but I was cool with it. Actually, I was more than cool with it, I was in love with Damon Salvatore, and he loved me too. We battled evil vampires and somehow got stranded in the middle of the woods and Damon was weak and injured. He stood in front of me, trying hard not to drink my blood. I wouldn’t have it. I walked straight up to him and held my wrist to his face and said, “You need to feed.” He wouldn’t do it. That’s what I get for watching Season One of Vampire Diaries before going to sleep.