It was like the zombie apocalypse but slower, calmer. Everyone was sequestered into small communities, left with no real organization.

I dreamed that I was sitting around a table with 2 other women, one I haven't seen since high school, and we all had shots of scotch in front of us.

I am in a bakery with my family and I am eating a donut which is quite messy.

I was in a little supermarket and in a hidden corner of a fridge, like a mirage, I found the yeast.

In my dream, the quarantine was even stricter than my country currently decrees. In the dream narrative, my wife and I were on the street, buying sweets that were delicacies made by a famous cook.

I had a dream the world was ending. It was supposed to happen the next day.

I returned to the city in Romania where I was living before the outbreak.

Queen Elizabeth was eating lunch at a table in our company social hub.

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

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

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

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

I dreamed about all of my food becoming little virus balls and attacking me while I was sleeping.

First, I was in our church—except it didn't look like our church in real life, but it was our church in my dream.

I heard a noise in my basement and went downstairs to find a large family, with numerous adults and children.

I was strolling down Boulevard Saint Germain, in Paris, and I stopped at the menu of the famous Café de Flore.