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Dream on... More pandemic dreams
Jun. 27th, 2020 10:08 amThe anxious-coloured dreams continue. Here are two dreams I had just before waking up this morning.
The First Dream. I was downtown to meet up with some friends (possibly at the Museum of Nature) but first I had to go to some sort of appointment in a building along Elgin Street. There was a long line-up outside and eventually we were herded into the building and into a long narrow elevator (like a freight elevator or a hospital elevator). It started moving quite erratically: haltingly at first but then careening about quite quickly. It was moving in a kind of spiral trajectory around some mezzanines or balconies until it reached the top. I finally got out and found myself in another hallway where I had to change out of the clothes I was wearing and into what looked like a costume of some sort (white and with gathers in it but it didn't really fit me properly). I understood that I was to leave my regular clothes there and they'd be returned to me at the end of the procedure (whatever that was). However, I never got my procedure done and never got my clothes back. Instead, I got lost wandering a maze of corridors. I finally found a door to a stairwell and went down as far as I could until I found an emergency exit which took me out to a deserted area at the back or side of the building. I made my way around to the front of the building again and saw people thronging out of the front door and surging along Elgin Street (away from the Parliament Buildings). I sort of merged into the crowd and I overheard someone telling someone else about her experience in the elevator (which sounded fairly similar to mine) and her neighbour said he'd been in one of the building's elevators too but that everything had seemed quite normal so maybe it was just the luck of the draw.
The Second Dream. I was inside a former office in the basement of Place de Ville. My office was in a library and located near some of the stacks. But in the dream, the shelves were almost bare and there were stacks of cardboard boxes behind them which I assumed contained all the books and other library materials. The library was deserted. Sitting at my desk, I decided there was nothing useful I could really do at the moment so I thought I'd go and grab a coffee somewhere.
I was sitting in the coffee shop with some papers in front of me when I got a notification that I was late for a meeting. I was just gathering up my things to leave when I noticed that the right lens of my glasses was cracked in multiple places and I wasn't sure how long it was going to last. I didn't have a spare pair and I didn't think I had time to attempt even a temporary repair so I just put them back on and headed off to the meeting in the boss's office. In real life, the office was tiny and windowless but in the dream it was huge.
When I got there, there was a celebratory atmosphere with plenty of food and drink but I had no idea what or whom we were celebrating (although I was pretty sure it wasn't me!) I did see some people I knew but they didn't seem inclined to fill me in on what was going on. I was sort of milling about and trying to interpret the situation when I woke up.
And the moral of the stories is... ? I've no idea! I definitely view the dreams as pandemic-induced, even though there was definitely no social or physical distancing involved and no one was wearing a mask. Is this my subconscious brain's version of the New Normal?
The First Dream. I was downtown to meet up with some friends (possibly at the Museum of Nature) but first I had to go to some sort of appointment in a building along Elgin Street. There was a long line-up outside and eventually we were herded into the building and into a long narrow elevator (like a freight elevator or a hospital elevator). It started moving quite erratically: haltingly at first but then careening about quite quickly. It was moving in a kind of spiral trajectory around some mezzanines or balconies until it reached the top. I finally got out and found myself in another hallway where I had to change out of the clothes I was wearing and into what looked like a costume of some sort (white and with gathers in it but it didn't really fit me properly). I understood that I was to leave my regular clothes there and they'd be returned to me at the end of the procedure (whatever that was). However, I never got my procedure done and never got my clothes back. Instead, I got lost wandering a maze of corridors. I finally found a door to a stairwell and went down as far as I could until I found an emergency exit which took me out to a deserted area at the back or side of the building. I made my way around to the front of the building again and saw people thronging out of the front door and surging along Elgin Street (away from the Parliament Buildings). I sort of merged into the crowd and I overheard someone telling someone else about her experience in the elevator (which sounded fairly similar to mine) and her neighbour said he'd been in one of the building's elevators too but that everything had seemed quite normal so maybe it was just the luck of the draw.
The Second Dream. I was inside a former office in the basement of Place de Ville. My office was in a library and located near some of the stacks. But in the dream, the shelves were almost bare and there were stacks of cardboard boxes behind them which I assumed contained all the books and other library materials. The library was deserted. Sitting at my desk, I decided there was nothing useful I could really do at the moment so I thought I'd go and grab a coffee somewhere.
I was sitting in the coffee shop with some papers in front of me when I got a notification that I was late for a meeting. I was just gathering up my things to leave when I noticed that the right lens of my glasses was cracked in multiple places and I wasn't sure how long it was going to last. I didn't have a spare pair and I didn't think I had time to attempt even a temporary repair so I just put them back on and headed off to the meeting in the boss's office. In real life, the office was tiny and windowless but in the dream it was huge.
When I got there, there was a celebratory atmosphere with plenty of food and drink but I had no idea what or whom we were celebrating (although I was pretty sure it wasn't me!) I did see some people I knew but they didn't seem inclined to fill me in on what was going on. I was sort of milling about and trying to interpret the situation when I woke up.
And the moral of the stories is... ? I've no idea! I definitely view the dreams as pandemic-induced, even though there was definitely no social or physical distancing involved and no one was wearing a mask. Is this my subconscious brain's version of the New Normal?
