I remember wandering around a big city with some shopping stores. I remember a guy with a mainckan. Before I was trying to emulate in my dream me flipping in a summersault onto some pillows, but with holding something, I remember I was scared and wanted Mom with me, but she was leaving. She was to be back, but it's terribly hard communicating my social needs to her. There were voices on an intercom, like of my little brother as a toddler or very young child. I didn't like that at all.
The title is a song Orla Fallon likes a lot and Hayley Westenra.