Tag: face masks

Small Anxieties Combined

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I dream that it’s the last week of school and I’m doing an internship in a really big building, almost a skyscraper. I don’t really like the job, it’s a bit too corporate and heartless, but my cousin is there of course and she’s not letting me go home until I clean my room; my own bed is indeed on the ground floor.

That night I play a videogame set in the same building, I find a secret room full of pizzas but my HP bar is full and I don’t have much use for them. The morning after I’m determined to find the same room in the real building, but I find a long line of sick people waiting outside the main doors. I’m not wearing a mask so I cover my face with both hands and beg to be let inside because I’m an employee. The ground floor has turned into a hospital and I can’t find my room anymore.

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Some Snippets That As Usual Feel Like They Belong Years In The Past

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I dream that I’m walking to school when I realize I’m not wearing a mask, I put a scarf over my face and run to the city market. I buy ten surgical masks from a stall and I’m so mad about wasting my money like that.

Then I dream that my sister bursts in my room upset because she no longer can become a teacher: she asked a friend to mail some forms and he sent the wrong ones. To make her feel better I tell her the same exact thing happened to me; it somehow makes her even angrier.

Then I dream that I’m playing a videogame with my siblings while simultaneously living it. We’re on a pirate island, swimming in the beautiful tropical water to look for treasures at the bottom. We’re about to enter a yellow building when my mom appears at our door carrying a plate of pancakes.

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The Year’s Over And Nothing Of Interest Was Gained

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I dream that I’m staying at Gran’s with my brother and cousin (who is vampire but that has nothing to do with the story). Gran goes for a walk and I want to go with her but I’m still in my pajamas. When I’m dressed up I instinctively board a train. I don’t have a ticket and I’m afraid I’ll be found out so I get off at the next station just a few minutes later. I find Gran at the station, I can’t believe she walked this far; she’s trying to board with a fake ticket so I drag her away. We go through a little market, I notice no one’s wearing a mask: they all think they are safe. My cousin is crossing the street nearby without looking where she’s going, a car runs her over, she’s so upset she throws herself at their window just to scare them. She’s immortal after all. I try to book a train ticket for my brother and I to go back home. I can’t seem to be able to type anymore.

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That Mask Dream Keeps Happening

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I dream that I’m in a car and my mom is driving, she’s not wearing a seat belt and keeps going to the backseat at every traffic light, I’m very uncomfortable.We stop at an old lady’s house, she’s a Sim and her name’s Sylvia. She’s also a trans lesbian. I know all of this because I watched the Sims trailer.

We get to the market where my two grandmas (including the one that now’s dead) are waiting for us. It starts raining so I cannot walk to the stationary store like I hoped to. Nobody is wearing a mask, they don’t care anymore.

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In Which I Get Along With My Sibs For A Change

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I read that I’m reading a book by Taylor Swift, I don’t like it too much so I’m planning to donate it to the local library. My brother is convinced this is his fault somehow, I tell him no, never, I might have a strained relationship with my sister but I love him no matter what.

It’s the twins’ birthday today, my mother is convinced they’re turning 13, it’s more like, 31. We have pizza, laugh, watch a movie about a pale girl possessed by a spirit. She lifts her mask and underneath she has three eyes, each a different color. My sister and I exchange an excited glance,

If she’s possessed, this means Beyoncé will actually voice Beyoncé!

we say together. Then the twins steal one of my old diaries, tease me about my high school crush.

The three of us go out for a stroll together, when we get to town I realize we all forgot to wear our masks. I fish in my bag for my spare one, my brother say no worries, he’s got them, and gives each of us a menstrual pad. That can’t be right, I think, but I glance around and everyone is putting menstrual pads on their faces, wings and all.

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My Family Has Lived In A Mountain Village For Generations

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I dream that I’m staying at a hotel. It’s pretty quiet until a mom with a bunch of kids arrives (or maybe she’s a teacher?). Nobody in their group is wearing a mask and I’m pissed about it. One of the kids, about eleven years old, brown hair, gawky, eats one of my stickers. I forgive him.

Next morning I’m roped into shooting a documentary. The film crew drives me to a town sitting on a hill, they go on about how it’s much smarter than building on a taller mountain. I’m pissed about that too. I stop at a local store to buy some snacks, everything is outrageously expensive. I’m told we are going to shoot on a beach next, I’m upset because I just want to go home. Plus I got my period, along with the snacks I have to buy pads. I go looking for a bathroom and can’t find one. The crew is growing impatient.

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I’m Mortally Afraid Of Teenagers

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I dream that I’m strolling with friends when a teen girl knocks me down. “Excuse me!” I say. She mocks me, she’s very mean. When I’m not looking she tries to unzip my bag and steal my spare mask. I tell her I’m gonna call her parents and school and tell everything.

Later I look her up on social media and see she’s still complaining about me.

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My Town Ain’t This Lively

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I dream that I’m walking with my brother, on my foot I’m wearing a single flip flop. We arrive in front of the local church. A group of teens are selling a tube of washi tape, I ask how much, they say 50 bucks. I grab a kid by the collar and threaten him, he say he’ll sell it for 30. It’s still too much, and I shove him away. I enjoy being bigger and scarier than him.

We walk in town, my brother stops at a cafe with pale blue interiors. I wait for him outside and observe my surroundings: there is a store selling Christmas trees and I think it’s ludicrous in June. A few feet away a man is inviting customers to “China Town”, I see a crowd of people laughing and yelling and eating duck. My Gran is among them. I cringe because none of us is wearing a mask, then I remember that I always wear masks in real life so this might be a dream. I can’t be sure though, it all looks so realistic.

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I’m Tired and… Bored?

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(Having recorded my dreams for a few months now, I find myself thinking about the recurring scenarios I find myself in night in, night out; they are so mundane, so boring, so familiar by now.)

I’m out in town, it’s raining once again (even though it very rarely rains in real life), and again I forgot to wear my mask (I NEVER forget to wear my mask IRL). A cop stops me and I say I’m running back home to fetch it. He takes one from his chest pocket, it looks like a menstrual pad with strings.

I go back home and my sister is there and I don’t want her there and we argue. The same dream again and again and again.

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Now I Really Want To Eat Fish For Some Reason

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Even though all restaurants are closed, my dad has heard of a place where you can get fish takeaway. All the family piles up in our small car and we pass around the paper where dad has scribbled down the menu, my pick is roasted prawns. We arrive just in time for dinner, in the dark we can see a truly long line of people standing too close to each other: it’s dangerous, but the air smells so good and we all get in line anyway. A red-haired woman is talking and laughing with a friend, she’s a too close to my face and I yell at her. While I’m busy arguing my family has forgotten all about me and is already eating.

We drive back home and now my aunt V. (rest in peace) is with us. It’s a simple conversation, something about how good I am with tweezers, but it feels lonely and bittersweet.

We arrive home and now they are planning to take my sister out for desserts, I want to join but my parents say it’s too risky. I go out on my own, it’s raining and all the stores are deserted. I feel guilty about not wearing a face mask, but I want to get some exercise so I start running up and down a crosswalk, ignoring the traffic lights because there is not a soul around.

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