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Monday, April 13th, 2020
I’ve been hearing people on the radio talk about Covid-related dreams. They are, apparently, quite common. One radio host shared her dream from the night before—something I am not sure I have heard a news commentator do. The dream was about breaking into a coworker’s home in the middle of the night and stealing dozens of rolls of toilet paper, then lugging them home in a bed sheet.
Last night I had a Covid dream. Mine was fairly simple—to describe, at least. There were four of us who all had the virus. Somehow it was understood that only two of us would make it through, and it seemed to be up to us to decide who would and would not survive. I awoke disturbed, but in the dream, I was calm. In the dream it seemed that everything would work out, which did not place me into either group, just that everything would simply run its course.
We’ve all heard analogies comparing this pandemic to wartime, they are appropriate in many ways. But, this is not like other battles we have read about or seen in movies. Everyone in the hospitals now has the same ailment, and there is no apparent treatment for it. Doctors are not trained for these conditions. And the government is certainly not as prepared to fight this virus as they would be to fight a war.