I Dream of Tiffany

I had this dream last night of meeting a girl named Tiffany for the first time. A familiar and beautiful face. I rarely remember my dreams, but I somewhat remember this one. She has stunning eyes and lips that were intoxicating. I don’t know why I can’t pull my thoughts away from her. I don’t know her at all, but I know that I want to know her or at least have the opportunity to say hi. I just know that she’s this girl that I subconsciously adore.

In my short dream, we met through a friend of a friend of a friend. But we met, and for all I know we became close friends in a few hours. She had this voice that sounded familiar even though I haven’t heard her speak ever before. I vividly remember how it ended. It ended in an awkward hug. The kind of hug when you don’t know to wrap you arms around there neck or waist. The kind of hug where you both try to hug the same way, only to get tangled. You pull away from each other and try again, only to get tangled in a different way. We hugged. I woke up.

Who are you Tiffany?