Field of Dreams

I know that the dream was in Baltimore, but I don't know where the field was. It was seemingly the site of a reunion or a festival, where people have come together to participate in some sort of celebration. In an area that was not tilled, but open for entry into the field, there, amidst all the people and activity, Dorothy and Dave were dancing, a smooth and lovely dance that caught the attention of all the others, who stopped to watch them. The scene soon shifts to an inside venue, where the two dancers are now dressed not in their casual attire from the field, but in beautiful clothing, he in an ivory colored suit, and she in a silvery, shimmery gown. Again, everybody stops what they are doing to watch them. They seem largely unaware, caught up in the movement of the dance. I have no persona but the vision of my eyes. I watch, enthralled by what I see.