I'm standing in the middle of an aisle, with 2 rows of gurneys on either side. Laying in each bed is body after body, gasping for air. Each bed has a mother or partner crying over it.

I was walking around with my friends downtown like any normal day, but we all were inside individual bubbles.

I'm in a hospital gown in an exam room with a doctor.

In the dream, I woke up next to my partner and I had to tell him I was experiencing chest pain and it was hard to breathe and I had these massive swollen bumps on my belly.

Estava absolutamente triste olhar pra fora, a cidade cinza, as vozes sussurrantes podiam ser ouvidas da janela da minha casa. (It made me absolutely sad to look outside, the gray city, the whispering voices that could be heard from the window of my home.)

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

I dreamt my father's doctor calling me and telling me to close all the windows of our flat and never open them again.