"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
as in
no like which do people call me
is this you as well
and the fake qualifier
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: