[It had been a choice she'd made in the spur of the moment. To casually reveal something she'd kept secret from everyone she's known for a long time, just blurted out in a moment of clarity. And despite that, she didn't feel panicked or scared of what she'd just made clear. Maybe she felt Lisa was the trustworthy type. Or maybe she was just tired of trying to live two separate lives.]

That is good. And I suppose I can imagine the sort of things you are thinking right now. I apologize for not being more open with you, but I had a reason for it. It was one of the things you said that made me change my mind.

[She reaches into her pocket, pulling out something which makes it obvious she'd been being deceitful, her sandglass. She sets it on the table next to her coffee.]

More then one reason, really. But the one that convinced me I needed to change was being afraid. Afraid that if I don't stop trying to do everything on my own I might have something like....that happen one day.

[It should be pretty obvious what she means by 'that'.]

The other reason is.....well, how do I ask this? I guess just clearly is the best way. Have you ever known anyone with a dream form that didn't look anything like their real self?