Just a Dream or a Vision?

I am not a psychic a medium, or a priestess. No, my abilities are rather modest and simple and I am just fine with that. Though, from time to time I have a dream that feels a different than others...a bit more real. Also, note when I have these unusual dreams I am able to remember the dream in its entirety; normally recalling dreams is very difficult for me. I had this dream shortly before I discovered that I had a miscarriage. The dream begins as follows:

It was a clear, beautiful day, it was warm but not to hot. My husband and I parked our car next to an outdoor venue. The grass was manicured and a deep green. A path way leading to a stage was lined with vases full of white flowers. There were other families walking towards the stage. Some groups stopped to take pictures or to greet others. I was thinking in my mind 

“I feel bad for Anastasia. To have an upset happen on such an important day for her.”

I will note that what happened to this Anastasia person I do not really know, but sense in this situation I was not present witness to it, but told about it. My husband and I reached the bleachers near the stage. We took our seats in the center of the third row. There were already people on the stage and standing on the mid right side of the stage was a young woman. She appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had wavy dark brown hair that went just past her shoulders. Her figure was petite and willowy. I could tell that this person was slightly taller than me. She wore a simple collared, button down white shirt with quarter length sleeves and black dress pants. She wore an frowning expression on her face but I could tell that she was actively keeping herself together as to not cause an emotional scene. The young woman did not make a move to greet us as we sat down. However, I could tell she was watching us in her peripheral vision. At the sight of us her tense body language relaxed a bit. I knew in my mind’s eye that she was glad that we were there. 

My dream self knew that the woman on stage was Anastasia and she was my and my husband’s daughter. My dream self swelled with pride in how well she was handling herself despite having a great number of recent difficulties. When I woke up from this dream I was excited, maybe even hoping that I had a glimpse into the future and I was seeing the adult version of the child I was carrying. Unfortunately, that was not the case. A week later it was discovered that my fetus was not alive. After the shock and horror of the news wore off, I began to accept that it was only a dream...just a dream. Still, if I am sitting alone sometimes that dream returns to the front of my mind and it makes me wonder. If there is a small chance that it was more than just a dream.