I don't think I had a single stress dream about school last semester, when I was actually in school and occasionally stressed out about it. Usually in my dreams I have finals coming up, and I haven't done any of the work, and the classes are things like Chemistry and Classical Greek that you can't just cram at the last minute.
My stress dreams at the moment are all about masks -- I'm on a bus and I realize I'm not wearing a mask and I dig through my pockets and my purse and I can't find one, or I'm in a store and I realize there's a big hole in my mask. Last night I dreamed that I was seeing friends and none of them were wearing masks and I didn't want to get too close to them even though I was happy to see them.
I would be very happy to go back to fretting over imaginary Chemistry exams, but I suspect that I will be having Covid-related dreams for the rest of my life.
Update: Neglected to say that these reflections are courtesy of the Palau de la Musica in Barcelona, the next stop on our 2009 Grand Tour.
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