Thread: Searching for <i>Her....</i>

So, I'm an artist and a massage therapist(in school). I love music, art, anything I can do with my hands. I've always had a knack for dreaming, but one threw me for a major loop the other day. I have a painting of a girl that is no one I've ever seen before, kind of a mixup of all the bits I've fancied on lovers and models, etc. Well, the other night, I'm searching for a piece of paper in my dream to write down a melody I hear playing in the backround. If I write them, I can usually remember them. I'm in this section of town that is populated by myriads of the homeless, wandering type, all silent, none wanting. Massive warehouses line the streets, I wonder into one and that's when I hear the tune. I wander over to a table just sitting there in one of the halls and ask a soot covered girl if she has any paper I can use. I said, "I'm dreaming and I want to remember the music you can hear." She raises her head, and low and behold it is the girl my quiet hands conjured up in black and white, sitting before me in full color. She smiles and says yes. She tells me that she too is dreaming. She's in a coma, she's been in a wreck, and her red curls and Irish accent tell me she's not from around these parts. I'm generally a bit freaked, a bit touched, a bit brokenhearted, and a bit scared. What should I do? look for her? Look for deeper meaning? Trust that I'll find her when the time is right? Thanks.