I am in a huge parking lot where I am supposed to park my RV. As soon as I get off the RV, I realize I haven’t pulled the handbrake or that it must have come loose.

My dream is I am counting my money at the check stands, but the customers keep lining up.

It was raining—I was trying to catch a train with my mom and sister.

[My] editor was asking me to go to Inverness to cover a story. We had an argument because it would not adhere to social distancing and I am classed as a vulnerable person.

My childhood friend just returned from travelling abroad and I was going to his house, because I work for his parents.

I dreamed my laptop was overtaken with classic early-2000s-style malware and popups from one errant click trying to watch a movie.

I was vacationing in Mexico but living in my current condo and got in the elevator with other people, distancing ourselves.

In my dream, my son is young.

I'm with a lover.

It began traveling across the ocean for a very long time in one of those theme park gondolas to a huge island city with my mother and another person.

I dreamed that there was a resistance movement within the intelligence community to obtain and distribute the real facts about the pandemic.

I dreamed about all of my food becoming little virus balls and attacking me while I was sleeping.

First, I was in our church—except it didn't look like our church in real life, but it was our church in my dream.

Men, women, and dairy cattle wrestled for dominance in the filth.

This time, I was pulling the teeth whole out of my own mouth with pliers.

I was wearing crocs around the city.