Just before I lapse into the dream world, beautiful shades of silver and gold dust swirling around, stunning images of the past and present steal into my semiconscious mind. And there she is the one and only, my lady.
The flowing, silky ebony hair was the first thing that caught my attention. In a cascade of hair, she appeared an image of my dream. She drifted in and out of my consciousness. At first I wasn't aware of things happening to me. Then it struck me like a thunderbolt out of the blue. She was my dream girl.
Well, it takes so many things to be a person of another person's dream. You have to be on the same wavelength some of the time. But one does not need to be a standing proxy of another person.
Let's look at the metaphor of colours. When colours of the same shade are added up, they become so rash and bold and they are painful and intolerable. When two different colours are put side by side in a painter's palette, there is a possibility that they match and blend. In matching, they support each other's qualities, properties and characteristics. In doing so, hidden qualities properties and characteristics of either colour appear to please the eyes of the beholders.