Another dream

Every dream I post on here has had an effect on me, emotionally speaking. Had another one a couple of nights ago. So here it goes...

I don't remember any more what led up to this, but Mike and I were at a Christian high school, very fancy place, and anyway, the tornado siren went off, so everyone had to head to this auditorium, where a large student orchestra was rehearsing. The place was filled with pews, and Mike and I sat down in one that was empty and faced away from the center of the room. Instead, it faced the wall to the left of the door we came in. Anyways, this guy gets up at the podium in the center of the auditorium (which is behind us), and starts preaching. A girl sits down at the end of the pew (the end on my right). She seems to be a bit older than me, but no more than a year or two. She was alright as far as looks go, but I can't picture her face anymore, really. She was listening intently to the speaker, but Mike and I were ignoring him, choosing to study the strange hologram mural on the wall in front of us. After a few minutes, that girl and a trumpet player stand up. The trumpet player starts playing the Pink Panther theme, and she starts singing, but what she's singing doesn't go with the music. She had an okay voice, I thought. I thought that the style of song didn't suit her, that she could be better if she sang something else. Well, both of them stopped, embarrassed, and the trumpet player returned to his seat. The girl started singing a cappella. Her voice was much better this time. In fact, it was so good, I was stunned. She sounded like Emiliana Torrini (who sings "Gollum's Song" during the credits of "The Two Towers"), but her voice was softer and fuller. It was the best voice I've ever heard. Period. She was singing a hymn or a praise and worship song, but I don't remember the words or the tune. After a second, she came over and sat down next to me, still singing. She was looking at me, but I was afraid to meet her eyes. I tried to keep my focus on the sound of her voice and the amazing quality of it. But then she gently took my hands in hers and caressed them lightly while she sang. I looked up and met her eyes, but couldn't even hold her gaze for an entire second. Her eyes were a bluish-gray, but it was the emotion behind them that overwhelmed me. That song was meant for ME to hear. It's like she knew about my lack of faith in God, and was trying to help me. She cared about me even though she didn't know me. I started crying. Then I woke up.

I wish I could hear that voice again...
I wish God were that real to me...