Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

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Monday, October 19, 2020

My Mask

The strangest of my dreams will usually feature some element of what is happing in my life at that time.  At present, obviously enough, Covid-19 is something of a constant in my days.

My latest dream found me in a crowded convention center teeming with hordes of people.  People in my face.  People at my shoulders.  People shoving past me.  Some people were wearing masks.  Many were not.

I am faithful about wearing my mask and in the dream I was doing so.  As I wandered through the crowd—sometimes talking with people—my mask kept slipping down below my nose and mouth.  This especially happened if I gestured or moved my arms.  And people were breathing on me.

Wading through a sea of faces, I battled and battled to keep my mask in place.  And then, dreams being what they are, I realized I had connected the strings of the mask to my arms instead of my ears.

I woke just then, feeling frustrated and appropriately confused.

Mitchell Hegman

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