I was at a karaoke bar on a date.

The part I remember most clearly was needing to get out of my house and finding the main door blocked by a lion.

I dreamed that one of the symptoms of Covid was that it turns you into six people.

My daughter has a fever and I keep checking her temperature with a thermometer over and over again panicking.

I was in New York City (a place I have not been). It was the end of college (which is also true for me IRL).

I discovered a group of hipsters having a secret Illicit coronavirus speakeasy party in the sub-sub basement of a building.

I was sitting with about 10-12 people, around a crowded table, we were maybe working, maybe laughing.

I am helping a woman bring some bags to her car.