smell like cheese

I was with a girl I used to dance with. We were good friends there, but only there. Outside of dance class we couldn't really relate to each other. In this dream we were in a small room with white walls, florescent lights, and only one small window. We were in the basement. It was somewhat dingy and strange (actually a bit like the lobby of the building where I had dance classes in high school). She kept talking about how lesbians smell like cheese. I wanted to argue with her, but... I woke up thinking there was no point and that she would never understand.