Oh dear. Might this be a highly insightful twist on the age old question if people can dream in color. Very much makes me wonder if the lady is the quintessential dangerous and deadly femme fatale who perhaps always dreams in film noir. Perhaps about to slip some doomed private detective her favorite flavor of Mickey Finn before jamming a stick on the accelerator and sending him and his Packard to the bottom of the old flooded quarry. Enjoying a tasty, relaxing cigar, calling up the mood of a malevolent method actress, and getting her game face on. i would worry much if such a lady seduced me to come up to her place and when you stepped through the door, the world inside was all in black and white.