Dream — Hope

I often remember my dreams but sometimes I have extremely intense dreams with very strong emotions that still linger the following morning, and last night I had one of these… 

I dreamed that the city where I currently live (and feel at home, at last) had had zero cases of COVID for the past 12 days: I was looking at this “COVID-cases graph” and there was a flat, straight horizontal line at zero for twelve continuous days, and it looked like one of the most beautiful and promising and hopeful things I had seen in a loooooooong time. Hope.

I wonder if this dream of hope was inspired by the little taste of “normality” I had yesterday afternoon, finally sailing again after more than a year of no sailing (an activity I used to do regularly in my “pre-COVID life”): thanks to it being a completely outdoors activity and involving only a very small group of persons all fully vaccinated, we were able to spend the whole time together without masks — another thing which I haven’t done in sooooooooo long that it feels scary just doing it even when I know there’s no real risk involved to anyone. I’m still reeling from the amazing feeling…!