I dreamt that I had decided that the safest place to be during a pandemic was a desert island. I went online and looked for flights, searching under ‘desert island’, but couldn’t find any. It then occurred to me a lot of jets were probably just sitting at the airport and I could easily just ‘borrow’ one and fly there myself. I got to the airport and found an empty jet – it even had the keys in it (I don’t believe jets actually have keys, but never mind). I began to taxi down the runway and then realised I didn’t know how to fly – I was looking at all the dials and buttons and wondering which ones to press. This seems to be what finally broke my brain and it was then that I woke up.
Scott Glover
UK
PANDEMIC DREAMS ARCHIVE 