I don't mean someone real like a celebrity or somebody you admire from afar. I mean a completely made up person, a figment of your unconscious imagination. I've had multiple dreams about this woman... she's beautiful - long, blonde hair, bright sparkly eyes, gorgeous face and great body... somewhat tall... and she speaks with a thick accent - Russian, or perhaps Eastern European. I don't know anyone like that in real life, and in some ways she isn't even my type - I prefer brunettes and shorter women. It's not like she is my mind's idea of a fantasy woman or anything. Yet this made up woman keeps appearing in my dreams from time to time, and has for years. And every time it's the same - we're running from something or someone, and by the end of the dream, we end up in a passionate embrace. The last dream, we were on the run from some people who apparently wanted to capture or kill her, or me, or both of us. They had guns and dogs. We ran out into some field, up and over a grassy hill and past some trees, and came to a fence lined with barbed wire, cameras and motion sensors. There were signs everywhere warning against trespassing, in some foreign language. We stop for a minute, believing that we are momentarily safe. We could hear the dogs barking in the distance, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they tracked us to where we were. I suggest that we try to get over the fence to escape our pursuers, but she tells me we cannot go there. She tells me the fence marks the border to her country of birth, and warns against entering. She explains that it is even more dangerous there, and that we will be killed if we try to enter. She tells me of her horrific childhood there, how she was abducted by evil men as a child, taken from her family, abused and made to do unspeakable acts until she was able to escape many years later. She breaks down in tears. I hold her to comfort her. She looks into my eyes and starts kissing me. We end up lying on the grass with her on top of me, and we're kissing each other passionately, apparently unconcerned about the men who had been chasing us. Then I wake up. This same woman has been in my dreams before... several times. It's like deja vu. It's almost to the point that she seems real to me. When I woke up, for a few moments I could still feel her body pressed against mine - even felt the palms of her hands pressed against my shoulders. It was weird... In a way, I feel like I know this woman. Every time I sleep, I hope to see her again. Though her appearance in my dreams seems to be a random occurrence, and not something I can trigger myself.