The Dreaming Incident

Since you were 15, you've had recurring dreams about a beautiful girl. She didn't resemble anyone you'd ever met, but somehow seemed familiar. When you were young, so was she. But as you grew up, she did right along side you- in your dreams.

Usually about once a year, she'd show up in a dream. Once you awoke, you would just go back to your otherwise ordinary life. Eat, drive to work, get angry at traffic jams. But her beauty haunted your waking world long after the dream ended. Months would pass and you would find yourself looking forward to the return of the dream.

She may have aged with you, but one thing that had always stayed the same was the book she was reading. It had illustrations of machinery on the cover, and the book was called The Lathe of Heaven. She was just curled up somewhere, enjoying it. She never spoke or even acknowledged that you were there. Like a ghost, you'd just hover around her, admiring her familiar beauty. Somehow you just knew her name as well, the way one often inexplicably just knows things in dreams.

Then one day, you're walking down a street, and you see her. You're wide awake, yet there she is. Your heart pounds like it's going to rip through your chest. It's really her. Then she disappears into the crowd, leaving you bewildered. A few days later you see her through a coffee house window, sipping a cup as she reads 1984 by George Orwell. It's impossible, but somehow she's real. You stare but eventually walk away in a daze. Then again you see her at the park. Soon, it's everyday. In a city of millions, within a sea of strangers, she stands out like a flower in the grass. Then, one day, you're shopping in the fruit aisle of a grocery store and she's there. But this time she looks at you, and she seems angry. Abandoning her cart, she storms up to you.

"Why are you following me?! Who are you?! Are you stalking me?!"

(To begin, give her name, height, hair and eye color, body type, AND of course answer her question)