Syren

I dreamt about a girl (I don't know here name).
We both went to the barber. The barber was a gypsy but she did here work very well. The girl looked even more beautiful as before.
At an other moment, i was standing in the dark against a fence. There was somebody of my class around us. When I placed my hand on here side, the boy from my class yelled (in dutch off course): "What do you do?!?" But it was no problem for here. It was a blissful moment