COVID dreams
Jul. 9th, 2020 08:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
calzephyrDreams are not something I usually log since I remember so little of them, but my dreams lately have been remarkable.
This morning, right before I woke up, I dreamt that I was sitting in my office and looked out the window. It was autumn and there was a porcupine eating something off a shrub. I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures, but then someone walked by and scared the porcupine off. To my astonishment, the porcupine flew away. It didn't like like a bird--it just flew/floated away. I stood there with my camera, wondering how I didn't know that porcupines could fly.
The other dream was more detailed. I dreamt of flying, but not in the usual way. My body was not flying. Rather, I was at an airport trying to catch a flight! I was going to a conference in the Republic of Djibouti. I was by myself and had a long and engrossing conversation with a cab driver who dropped me off at an airport. I wandered around as one usually does, unsure of where I was going or needed to be. I never got on the plane. After much wandering through the airport's maze and browsing stores, another cab dropped me off at a smaller airport. The smaller airport was the African one. There was a small restaurant inside the airport serving First Nations food. It was not even a restaurant, it was just a round table and chairs and the customers were arguing with the waitress whose last name was Crowshoe. I was watching all this and not concerned about missing my flight apparently.
This morning, right before I woke up, I dreamt that I was sitting in my office and looked out the window. It was autumn and there was a porcupine eating something off a shrub. I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures, but then someone walked by and scared the porcupine off. To my astonishment, the porcupine flew away. It didn't like like a bird--it just flew/floated away. I stood there with my camera, wondering how I didn't know that porcupines could fly.
The other dream was more detailed. I dreamt of flying, but not in the usual way. My body was not flying. Rather, I was at an airport trying to catch a flight! I was going to a conference in the Republic of Djibouti. I was by myself and had a long and engrossing conversation with a cab driver who dropped me off at an airport. I wandered around as one usually does, unsure of where I was going or needed to be. I never got on the plane. After much wandering through the airport's maze and browsing stores, another cab dropped me off at a smaller airport. The smaller airport was the African one. There was a small restaurant inside the airport serving First Nations food. It was not even a restaurant, it was just a round table and chairs and the customers were arguing with the waitress whose last name was Crowshoe. I was watching all this and not concerned about missing my flight apparently.
