Merely a nightmare, or could it have been a premonition?

I woke up in a cold sweat, it had seemed so realistic that I thought I was actually living it. Everything started out so beautifully: I was in Minneapolis, she was so close, just on the other side of a wooden door, I knocked as I usually do, she opened the door and invited me in. She was so nice to me, so sweet, so caring, so welcoming.

She had me sit down in the living room and make myself as comfortable, I thought it was the best thing in the world. She cooed at me that she wanted me to feel at home, she wanted each of us to enjoy our time together just as much as the other. I was so happy, on top of the clouds.  She excused herself and said she’d step into the kitchen to make a sandwich for me because she knows how much I appreciate them. 

  Then it happened . . . (see the photo of her below)