Loops

Woke up in a dream I had lost myself, my handy bag. Losing things here might be the theme I go looking for that bag But why to the dreaded hall of doom? Click, the venue swaps The hall is full of people I know? Some people who went down different paths Ages ago, that too. Then I see they’re giving a test But why not me? I jest I notice someone I shouldn’t have in that time Walking beside a stranger I dearly know Why so silent? She whimsically pulls a loop on my bag Then she runs away to the corner beneath a tree? The bag disappears again, but to her I flee I get there, and this other demoness taunts me “You’ve done it again” “You’ve distanced yet another person again” I look again, hoping she’d say something Horses behind in a different field, rear and neigh What are they even doing here? In Delhi? And then I woke up