I dreamed I was sitting at the train station with my 6 year old waiting for one to arrive so we could go somewhere. While we were waiting, there was a television screen showing the news: in graphic, gory detail.

I was dreaming that I was collecting the titles of stories from the newspaper that could spread the virus.

I had a dream my family and I were running across a parking lot, toward a helipad. We were informed that we would be taken away to a fortified city with a population of 10,000.

I was with a work colleague from a job I had 17 years ago, driving north on the highway to go to lunch.

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] 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.

Last night I dreamed that I was wandering the streets of NYC and they were empty.