Sharing a coronavirus dream
About coronavirus dreams: the other night I reckon I had one. Now it’s a well known fact that nobody except you and your psychoanalyst have the remotest interest in your dreams. Because other people’s dreams are boring, unless they’re gifted storytellers.
Nevertheless, in the interests of science (ha) I shall share my own coronavirus dream with you. No mercy. No, don’t try to stop me. It was a nice long dream but OK, I’ll be brief.
Act 1: Communicating in stock phrases
In an everyday setting, a big red-haired schoolboy asks how much Japanese I retain from my two years there. I repeat my story that I only ever mastered taxi Japanese, able to say stock phrases and blunder through short superficial conversations.
Act 2: Supporting the authorities
I wake up in a large modern house and go to court, where I am a character witness for Queen Victoria.
Act 3: Big black looming mysterious coronavirus
Sharing a coronavirus dream: a huge dark old mansion
Behind a town which might be Wellington an immense, old, black, broken building looms. There’s a path behind the town where you can look at this building. The front door is way high, with no steps. I ask, “Who is big enough to get into the front door?” Someone says, “I think Grant Robertson might be big enough.” (For my non-Kiwi readers: Grant Robertson is our Finance Minister.)
What triggered this coronavirus dream?
Who knows? But before I went to sleep that night, I had learned two things that disturbed me.
- Details about one source of coronavirus transmission in New Zealand.
- Actual me-first, my-right-to-freely-spread-the-virus protests—in New Zealand!? What!?
My subconscious knew better than me how upsetting this news was. I myself am calm. On top.
Have you had a coronavirus dream? For once, I’d like to know.
First cherry blossom through raindrops
I dreamed that I was falling off a very high cliff several nights ago, which could easily be related to the virus, I imagine. As I fell, I could feel the damp fog on my face…
Oh Becky. A classic dream. Ages ago I was having too many of these and taught myself lucid dreaming, so I could say to myself, I’m dreaming, and turn the falling into flying. This even works if I wake up and pretend to dream a better version. But let’s hope that dream goes away for good.
Interesting idea, Rachel!
No corona virus dreams here but yours were interesting. Was Grant Robertson coming to the rescue? I rather like that idea.
It is still being debated in my family since long as to whether I am lucky or not as I dream but simply cannot recall any of the dreams.
How they wriggle away! Sometimes the only way I could describe them is, “I was doing this thing, in this place, with this person, then something happened…”
I have very mixed feelings about dream interpretation, obviously super subjective, how could they not be? All my life, I have had recurring dreams e.g. constant playback of an old bridge, encountered on our walks, when I was young. The bridge was functional, non-descript, situated over a small river on a remote tea plantation. Nothing whatsoever of any consequence ever happened to us, or anybody else, on that bridge so your guess is as good as mine!
My sleep,pschedule has been out of whack for some time though I’m trying to get it back in sync. I’m not having dreams so wonder if I’m getting to the deep needed level to even dream. Wonder if i can command myself to dream and remember?
I think you might be able to do that. Maybe read some tips on lucid dreaming…
Nothing particularly Covid related. Just reruns of years of trying to open my high school locker and not remembering the combination.