I was in a desolate place with Eve. It was hot and dark, and all the trees were burnt. There was moist silt that looked like it might be drinkable, but looking at it I remembered something about this in Revelations and quoted that we'd want to drink the silt but not be able to. Still, we tried to pick it up and it was like trying to pick up water with oil-slicked hands -- it just slid right off. Then I scooped some up and she lifted me to try to drink it from my hands, but it didn't work -- it slid off everywhere else but none into her mouth. I was afraid that she might consider killing me to drink my blood ('cause I'd have let her), but she didn't, and we got weaker and weaker. Finally we were laying on the ground holding each other and waiting to die, and I told her I wished she would love God -- and that she must be pretty awesome for God to give her more of a chance than any other human (we were the only ones alive at that point). Then I asked if she knew what Jesus had done for her -- she just looked at me, so I started telling her about the crucifixion, but I began waking up at this point so I don't know what she thought. She just listened.
The feeling of intimacy in the dream was so deep that I woke up missing her company.