Content Warning: Gore, COVID
In my waking hours, I’m not concerned about COVID. My household is fortunate to be able to isolate well, we live in a state doing better than most (though one of the worse cities in our part of it), and there’s very promising vaccine news floating about lately. I think we can hold out ’til the stuff comes available, and while I can feel bad for victims, it’s not a very deep sorrow for me.
But apparently when I’m asleep it’s a different story. I had a dream where COVID symptoms included hemorrhagic sores, open wounds, and plague-like swelling. For unclear reasons the bodies of victims were in chopped-up chunks. Still-living victims were burying the dead in mass graves at the sides of the road while the rest of us drove by. There was blood soaking the ground in large patches.
India was having some success training animals like monkeys and wombats to help care for children with the disease, which was heart-warming. I wondered in my dream if I should pay money to that charity, or if it would be better spent in helping research a cure. I somehow ended up in an isolation cell with one of those plague children, which was sad and horrid, but I half-realized I was dreaming and was able to logic myself out – not fully awake, but to a previous area from the dream.
Somebody wondered on a previous post what a bad dream looks like to me. This wasn’t the worst, but it was bad.