In my dream, the quarantine was even stricter than my country currently decrees. In the dream narrative, my wife and I were on the street, buying sweets that were delicacies made by a famous cook.

Estava absolutamente triste olhar pra fora, a cidade cinza, as vozes sussurrantes podiam ser ouvidas da janela da minha casa. (It made me absolutely sad to look outside, the gray city, the whispering voices that could be heard from the window of my home.)

I'm with a lover.

It was sometime in the future. It was snowing A LOT (which is weird, cause Brazil doesn't have snow and I have never saw snow in person).