Weird dream. Try to guess how it turns out!

[AlienGirl]

Here's the first part:

I was variously an unattached observer and a middle-school-aged girl. As the dream progressed, my viewpoint was merged more completely into the girl's viewpoint, and by the end of the dream I "was" her.

The story started with the older sister of the middle-school girl/me beginning to date an exciting man who was new in town. The town in this dream was a little farm town on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, though it "borrowed" heavily from the small town where I lived as a child.

All of the families in town knew each other, and it was very strange that this new man had moved in without a family connection. He worked at the local newspaper and there was nothing that suggested he was anything but a nice guy, but I/the middle-schooler was very suspicious. Something just didn't seem right about him. My sister/the high-schooler was trying to get her start as an artist, and the reporter was going to cover the opening of a gallery where she was exhibiting.

I was walking through the rain-soaked field on the way to the man's house and telling my sister why I distrusted him. "He seems too strong," I said, "Like one of those big dogs that could tear you apart if they don't like you. But he doesn't work out: I don't even see him hiking, ever. Sometimes he's not home for days, and nobody knows where he is, but no one's seen him drive out, take the bus, or go to the airport. So what's he doing and where's he going? Is he a criminal? We just don't know! Look at his last name, it's not local. No one's ever met or heard of his family. He says he came from the city, but why'd he be here without relatives?"

She silently pondered my points, slowing down to pick a stray piece of grass and turn it around and around in her fingers. I went on with my litany of suspicion. "He has black curly hair, but his eyes are bright blue. Have you ever seen anyone like that? What could that be, he's not black or Latino, not as light as he is. Not anyone around here has that combination, anyway. And his face, isn't it a little over-perfect? He carries his eyebrows low like scowling a lot but the rest of his face isn't even lined and his expression in his mouth isn't scowly! There's something unreal about him."

We arrived at the man's house. He opened the door, kissed my sister, and was as usual perfectly nice. Over-perfectly nice. I glanced at his blue eyes as he made coffee for us, and they were too blue, like someone had colored him in with ink. I gave him a funny look, like I know you're up to something but he didn't make a face back, just kept stirring his coffee...(more later)

Interjection from real life: in the town I grew up in, family origins were still really a big deal. Recently I talked to my grandmother about someone and her immediate first question was "What kind of a last name is that?" I didn't give much of an answer, because in real life I don't think it has anything to do with anything. That my main character in the dream was so concerned is interesting because it's unlike me. Also interestingly, in real life I am an oldest sibling and not a younger. Also, I dated a reporter from another town during high school, but that didn't work out well: he was my first ex-husband. He did NOT turn out to be anything special.