I was in a long line with many other people, none of whom I knew.

I find myself on a beach, with many beachfront mansions nearby. My friends and I decide we all need to throw a party later that night and so we do.

In my dream, as usual, I woke up early. I had breakfast. I came out of the door with my bag. I enjoyed the fresh air in the morning. I enjoyed the sunshine on my body.

I dreamt I was on a bus. A woman next to me started stroking my face. I asked her to stop and she wouldn't.

I was in line to get into a place. I can't remember what for—perhaps a concert, a grocery store, a conference?

In my dream, the virus Covid19 was not an infectious pathogen, but an organised group of people—like some sort of sinister army.

Because the economy is opening up again, I decided to go on a date to the movies. But when we arrived, I remembered that covid-19 is still an issue and I started panicking

Walking on the LES at night, people crowding the streets and sidewalks, like Mardi Gras.

I was going to a mall with a friend on our bikes, when we got there we found that men and women were spread out in the mall, each in each middle of the mall.

I walked alone dressed as a bride towards the altar of an old church, one of those that are very common in Mexico.

I was out doing things in the community running errands and people just kept getting closer to me and some weren’t wearing masks saying “it doesn’t matter, we are all going to get it”.

It was a rural landscape, and there were eyeballs rolling across the grass and dirt.

I was walking down a busy city street on a sunny breezy afternoon. I felt light and happy.

Lockdown was partially off—you could go for a walk and I was in the street with my childhood friends from my neighbourhood.

I had a dream where I had to not only wash my hands while in public, but I had to wash my entire body with a bar of soap.

We were in post-quarantine times but the risk of virus was very real.