It is nighttime. I am at a restaurant with people I know (I can’t remember who). At the next table, there is a little girl, about 5 or 6 years old. Somehow, I befriend her. The restaurant announces a light show for the next night, and the girl and I get excited about it and promise to come back to see it together.
The next night, I am walking down the street toward the restaurant. There are many people heading there for the light show. I keep looking for the little girl in the crowd. I remember that her mother is French (in my dream, this is why the mother allowed me to talk to her daughter).
When I arrive at the restaurant, I now have a computer with me that I plan to use to show the lights to the little girl. I start wondering whether she is still interested.
She shows up, and we hug like best friends. I tell her I brought what I promised, the computer with the lights. Then a waiter interrupts us, and the conversation and the dream changes to something else.
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