I’m in a nice bungalow by a large pool. It has nice furnishings and feels very comfortable. I’m walking around and it’s evening time. The lights are on. I run into a woman who tells me that she’s buying the property. It came suddenly and she was surprised that her offer was accepted because it’s a really expensive property that has 12 bungalows on it. She’s nervous, but I tell her that it wouldn’t have been accepted if it wasn’t meant to be. Then, I’m hearing a drum and Lauri is there singing a sundance song and she’s singing, “Come to me.” I realize the irony of English words in a sundance song but it feels so correct at the time.