This dream was on the very next night after my last dream.

I was walking in an unfamiliar space. A concrete space. Great acoustics... reflective. I knew, intrinsically, in the context of the dream, that I was there to pick someone up from school.

Just as I was getting ready to walk through the unfamiliar entrance, another individual walks right in front of me—unaware of my presence behind them. It is someone I recognize—another musician—a now famous musician. I greet him.

He turns around, and gives me a warm smile. He says hi and encourages us to both continue towards our destination.

I continue to follow him into what now appears to be an auditorium like amphitheater. There are children sitting on the steps.

As I round the corner, I notice the person who I am there to pickup. She notices me, and promptly collects her things. She is around 11 years old. She is my ex-girlfriends’ youngest daughter. Her name is Grace.

I was there to find Grace.

I wake up.