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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