Out of the blue, she blurted out, "Peculiar stuff, I want to assert" I had no guess what was her find. (More like many a times one sees onself in turns of life, unexpected, I presumed) "Oh! is it? tell me all about it " I enthused, And woke up at the very same moment in to a dream, of different kind, half progressed, There was no trace of a 'her' in this dream I wormed in!
What is 'real' what is 'imagined'? Where ends the 'real' we imagine. And what we think dream starts?