It’s too bad I don’t have a therapist, because we could have a lot of fun with this dream.
It wasn’t much. I dreamt that the omega variant had come along, there was mass death everywhere, including my wife and I. Our floppy, decaying bodies were flung into a mass grave, and then her corpse rolled away from mine and we were separated by piles of dead strangers. The end. That’s when I woke up at 4am deep in the slough of despond and have spent the day stumbling through a grey world.
Anyway, I need to take some time off. Classes start on Tuesday, and ain’t nothin’ gonna stop them.
Well, other than death.