Covid Contemplations: It’s Getting To My Head

It’s official – I had my first “covid nightmares” over the weekend.

For those who are unaware, my dreams are full length, feature films. To say that my mind is active at night is an understatement. And yes, I dream in color! 🌈

Nightmare #1: Being In Places I Shouldn’t Be

I found myself in a New York City theater, ready to watch a live taping of SNL. However, I noticed that I wasn’t wearing a mask or gloves, and neither was anyone around me. Social distancing was non-existent, and the crowd was above 50 people. All the red flags!

Then I found myself hanging out with an old friend, who appeared to have a cold. I kept wondering why I was hanging out with her, and if she was putting me at risk for the virus.

Later on, I felt confused and disoriented. I was trying to find the nearest subway that would take me to Grand Central Station so I could take the train back to Connecticut. Again, despite warnings to avoid the subway, I found myself desperately trying to get on a train with too many people.

Nightmare #2: Continuing To Do It All Wrong

For this dream, I found myself on a (literal) Norwegian cruise. It’s funny that this made it into my subconscious; I would never go on a cruise because I get really bad motion sickness. Also, this episode of Patriot Act turned me away from cruises pretty much until the end of time.

But I digress!

After arriving at some Norwegian port (don’t know which one), I found myself accompanying a couple for their wedding. The bride looked like a mix of two acquaintances that I know (seriously, my brain is crazy) and the groom was supposedly my cousin (but I can’t remember which one).

Surprisingly, I was the only guest witnessing this joyous event between two vague people created in my subconscious. And it gets even more awkward! At the reception, I sat at the same table as the bride and groom in a Szechuan restaurant. Weirdly specific, I know.

In Reality…

My real life is a stark contrast from both of these dreams. I’ve been diligent in following my state’s stay-at-home order. I’ve made it 13 days without leaving my neighborhood. This week, I head out only to pick up a prescription and to do two weeks’ worth of grocery shopping.

Perhaps these dreams are my mind rebelling, because it’s the only place I can safely do so.

If the pandemic is also making you have crazy dreams, I want to hear about it!