Her breathing evened, and she slid her hand to his hip. He's not the one, the strange new voice in her head said, and she very intentionally didn't let it keep her from swaying to the music again. "We haven't met," she said, realizing the people in this dream were awfully detailed for unknown, dream people.
And she'd never heard voices in her head in her life - not when she was awake or asleep.
Why are you-
"I'm not listening to you, so you might as well hush," she said aloud, giving him an apologetic look after. "You ever hear voices?"
He was a dream person; it wasn't as if he could have her committed for the admission.