I went to see her another time. We talked about stuff (life in general and the abilities to bring dreams to life just by living them out...)
She gave me a hug and we parted ways.
For some reason, her hair was a mess. And I mean it was horrible. Her hairdresser had cut a bit off from the front. It kept sticking out and she felt bad about it.
We didn't discuss it...
I wonder what my dream was trying to say... :)