I'm riding on the top section of a double-decker bus, like the kind that give guided tours in big cities like New York, the ones with open tops.

My mother was forced to become a member of the IRGC in order to extend her health insurance.

I dreamed that Barack Obama was giving out cake at the grocery store.

We were being forced from our homes as we learned that COVID was a biological weapon intended to create a dictatorship.

I was with a work colleague from a job I had 17 years ago, driving north on the highway to go to lunch.

I dreamt I was on a small plane and we crash landed into an icy cold lake.

I was responsible for figuring out who could get treatment and who had to die.

My dream was of me being in the hospital and a doctor is standing beside me.

I was in New York City (a place I have not been). It was the end of college (which is also true for me IRL).

My cat instructed me that I had to buy a certain brand of chicken.

I was going home on a train, above the streets in a big city, I did not had a ticket, and I was embarrassed by so many people on the train when we ought to do social distancing.

I am in a huge parking lot where I am supposed to park my RV. As soon as I get off the RV, I realize I haven’t pulled the handbrake or that it must have come loose.

My dream is I am counting my money at the check stands, but the customers keep lining up.

It was raining—I was trying to catch a train with my mom and sister.

[My] editor was asking me to go to Inverness to cover a story. We had an argument because it would not adhere to social distancing and I am classed as a vulnerable person.

My childhood friend just returned from travelling abroad and I was going to his house, because I work for his parents.