I dreamed I crossed the border from Canada (where I live) into New York City, as I understood this journey to be part of my “regular coursework” (I’m taking an online course at the moment that has nothing to do with going to NYC). As I found myself there, I joined many “friends” who lived on the 4th floor of a walk-up apartment. Everyone was behaving normally, like pre-pandemic life. Reality started to dawn on me while in that apartment: “Why did I think I HAD to go to NYC? Why are people not social distancing, this is dangerous? Oh no, I’ll have to seriously self-isolate when I get back! Why did I come here?!?”



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