Me and Her

An account of a dream, that thought me about who I am. Both good and bad.

The dream was Erina, who just had a child. She lay on the grass at night, her golden hair and hairstyle vivid, her gorgeous face smiling, a baby present between her hair and head. She wondered if anyone would notice. She smiled.

He, me perhaps with a hint of Varun Dhawan, looked. Still night. He saw her. He loved her. He looked away, this could never happen. She’s a princess, he’s worthless.

He was emotionally good, but bad in thought. She was emotionally bad but good in thought. A match made in heaven. I woke up.

I wondered what it meant. I came to this. Her situation was terrible. Emotionally, single with child, alone, she should have retreated but she didn’t �" bad emotionally good in thought. He was a good lad, no baggage, he should have belief but he retreated �" good emotionally but bad in thought.

I’m Varun, she’s Erina. I look for her.