Munster maschine: Enemies and lovers part 2

The dream: Mystery woman.

Paul was seeing a dream where he was running on a field towards an woman next to an really high cliff. The woman had blond hair, blue eyes and her clothes were soaked in something. Is it blood or water?
Paul slows a bit down and walks closer to her. When he’s few meters away, the woman starts walking away from the cliff to an old log cabbin. She goes inside and closes the door and puts fires to the candles in there.
The woman blows the match out.
Woods starts walking to the cabbin. He opens the old wood door. He steps inside and first thing he sees, is the woman sitting on the bed, looking at Paul with her blue eyes, like if they were penetrating him along with his soul.
“Who are you?” Paul said. “What do you want?”
The woman didn’t answer to him. She took off her jacket. Paul looked at her and sat next to her and kissed her. Paul had never kissed this kind of lips, were they tasting like blueberry or strawberry? Or was it the mixture of them both? What ever it was it was sweet as hell.
“Are you real?” Said Woods while holding the womans hips.
The woman looked at him and replied “Yes. Yes I am.”. Her voice was the voice of an angle in his ears. The voice that would belong to an singer.
Woods kisses the woman again and rolls on his back, pulling her on top of him. He smiles at her and touches her hair.
“My God you are beautiful. If only I’d know where you were, I’d come to you this instant.” Said Paul.

The woman then started faiding in front of Paul. “NO! Don’t go! What is your name!?” Shouted Paul. Paul was left alone in the cabin. The cabin started to fall apart around him. He started running towards the door, only to find
that it was locked.
He started kicking it, eventually busting through it and falling face first to the ground. He then fell to an dark and spooky  hole on the ground, only to wake up and getting his head hitted to the bottom of the Sherman he was sleeping under.
“The hell is wrong with him?” Said one of the soldiers. “I don’t know. He tells that he sees this weird dream about some girl. He has had them since the D-Day. I think it’s complete bullshit.” Said the other soldier.
Paul held his hand on his forehead and took a sip of water from his canteen. “Who on earth is she? She has to be real. I will find her no matter what happens.” After saying this, Paul gazed the night sky before closing his eyes and falling asleep again.