No, that didn't make any sense to me. [That seems like a normal thing to say. She looks around the empty rows.] Am I early or late?

[Oh! This is the anxiety part of the dream! She'll be too late to a thing and everyonell be mad at her. Or too early? Where are the clocks, what's the time? She looks around. The pressure that usually builds in her throat and chest when something's wrong isn't there. Maybe there's nothing wrong, here?]

I'm asleep. I'm pretty sure I'm asleep. So I guess we're dreaming and that. Not sure where we are though.