Had a dream I was trying to cross a bog, but the water was deep. The only way to get across was to hang onto the reeds. While in the midst, grabbing first one clump of reeds and then reaching for the next clump, slowly making my way to the land, I kept calling out to the people on the other side, "Which way am I going?" I was confused and disoriented, couldn't see or make out where I was in relation to where I needed to be to be safe. No one on the other side would answer me. It was all up to me.
When I finally made it safely to land, I saw someone I recognized, someone I trusted. She had not offered one bit of help. "How would you have felt if it were your family you were trying to get back to?" I yelled. She had no answer.
I'm guessing the dream is coronavirus-related. Going to Trader Joe's yesterday felt very every-man-for-himself-y.
Let's help each other cross safely to the other side of this--shall we?
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Yes, a thousand times, yes.
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