Visions For A New Year

It's New Year's Day and I've awaken from my slumber surrounded by the cacophy of children playing, infants crying and so-called adult males cooking up a storm while the women attend to the children and exchange happy gossip.

A new year has dawned in Toronto where it's pretty cold outside and Christine has some interesting news. Turns out she's never dreamt about me until last night. In her dream, all of us are together and I'm with some beautiful Asian girl. Since she's never dreamt about me, she's sure that this girl is "The One."

"The One" is supposedly beautiful, which leaves me with a few choices from my current array of casual dates. She's also supposedly really nice - which eliminates R. from the aforementioned group. Outside of those details there's little else. No facial descriptions. No names. No other clues to help me figure out this puzzle.

So I grab my computer and start pulling up images of potential "The Ones." Nothing.

In her dream, "The One" and I are together and it's our interaction that tells Christine that she's "The One."

Hmmm, I wonder: Which One?