I'm in an airport, picking someone up. I think it's this young black man that I need to deliver somewhere, but it seems like I don't know him, and taking him is unexpected.

As I walk through the airport, for some reason there are a lot of people that I know, and I keep seeing them and stopping to hug them. Mostly a certain group of advanced-classes girls that I knew all through school (but not well), like Kay S, Julie S, and Gretchen S. I stop and hug them and tell them I'd like to catch up sometime but I have something to do right now.

It seems like my ride group keeps getting larger.