Names and a memory of a dream?

I was enjoying a bath earlier today. As I relaxed in the hot, soothing water, my mind drifted into very light sleep, or what is sometimes referred to as the “twilight” state between real sleep and deep relaxation. And I had what seemed to be memories.

I was thinking of someone named “Rosie,” a dark-haired middle-aged woman. I seemed to know her, and with her came a memory of being with a few friends at a house.

A small group of us are standing in the driveway of a small white house. It’s nighttime. In the yard there is a small foundation laid out, as though a garage or storage shed is being built.

Then I came fully awake and became confused. I don’t have any friend named Rosie, nor do I remember ever knowing anyone with that name who resembled the woman I saw. And I could not figure out if the house is a place I visited in real life or if I visited it in a dream.

I am recording this here, as this blog functions as my diary for Vodou and other spiritual events, and I hope to understand this later.