To be honest, I don’t remember much about what I dreamed, other than the fact that I kept waking up in the middle of the night as a result of them. I think, for the most part, they all had to do with me trying to watch a movie. In one dream, I couldn’t remember my passwords. In another dream, the television wouldn’t turn on and I couldn’t figure out who I should call to come fix it. Another one, I’m pretty sure, was just me talking to my sisters about whether or not it was safe to go to a movie theater.
A series of low-key dreams, all rather obviously the product of pandemic anxiety.