Last night, I dreamed that I was in a small crowd of people. One member of this crowd was a nature spirit, who stood a foot taller than the rest of us and looked like rotting wood that had been animated. This nature spirit was powerful but not scary. The entity appeared to be on the verge of falling apart and was carrying a bundle that it was trying to give away. Whatever this bundle was, no one but me in the crowd could apparently handle it, so the supernatural creature ended up giving the bundle to me.
Later in the dream, I was stuck at a transit center. I had just enough money to get somewhere but not enough to survive when I got wherever I ended up going. The dream ended as I was trying to decide whether or not to board a train to New York.
The feelings inside of these dream moments weren't great. The nature spirit left me feeling uncertain, like I didn't have sufficient information about the bundle I received to know if it was good or bad, much less what it actually meant. I got the feeling it was critically important, but that's about it. This episode might be related to my recent appearance on a podcast, wherein I talked at length about some difficult parts of my teenage years.
The transit center dream seems more clear cut. There's stuff I want to do but I can't afford it right now, particularly with crypto down. I'm not going anywhere for the foreseeable future and may not even be able to afford to pay my taxes this year. In fact, at this moment, I'm not even leaving my house.
With 9 adults living in my household, it was only a matter of time until someone got covid. Yesterday, I learned that one of my roommates tested positive. I'm vaxed and not too worried about getting it, but a couple of my roommates are older and getting the virus could be a bigger problem for them. So we're going to try limiting the spread through masking and extra cleaning in the common areas.
I've got a pcr test coming but won't get the results for a few days. Until then, I'll be at home, wearing a mask while I make coffee in the kitchen, wiping down the water knobs with every use. Everyone in the house just wants to deal with the situation responsibly, myself included. But the whole thing feels surreal. It's like the dystopia of the outside world has finally and fully infiltrated my private space.
Fortunately, the disruption to household routines is temporary. And, working from home, it isn't that big of a deal for me to stay home and wait for confirmation of what I feel, which is that I'm fine. Other roommates will be missing some work. Hopefully, they can afford this. Personally, I could not.
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That dream sounds like a place I visited while under the influence of something, once.
A package from nature. Might be full of those covid bugs. Probably doing the right thing keeping everything sanitized, and not opening the package.
For sure.