Last night I dreamt that I am near the sea. The sea was wavy and I was watching it from a distance, from the other side of the road, with my husband. The air was damp and dense like in Death in Venice and the sun was slowly descending to the sea. In the small bay there was a strange show of men dressed as giant vaginas in red, dancing in the water, and their costumes got partly wet. We didn’t get wet, we were far from the waves. A huge tsunami wave came and erected a sort of a roof above our heads, but it splashed behind us and we remained dry and safe. We knew that sooner or later the wave will wash us too. For now we are just watching the waves. Finally my husband asks, what time is it anyway, and I am saying, it’s the last time. The picture is from a different time.
October 7, 2020
I haven't written anything in a while because I don't know how I feel or what I think. I've been alright, I've been happy by myself which has been really freeing. But I'm also going slightly insane because my mom and stepdad are the only people I see. My stepdad has cancer and its pretty bad. There's just so much death everywhere. It's too much. I'm more scared of getting covid now than I've been at any other point in the last year. I think it is because the restrictions are being lifted, and it just feels like too much too fast. We can gather 50 people outside now, yesterday we could only be 5 people together. There's going to be a party outside at my university housing complex. I'm so terrified. I'm obviously not going. It can't possibly be safe. In two weeks a bunch of exchange students are moving in. That scared me so much too. I didn't used to be this scared or feel so overwhelmed so quickly. But I do now. Things are happening too fast. One of my jobs has reopened and I'm going back to work. But customer service just seems so unsafe too. I just feel like there is danger everywhere and I'm not sure how to deal with it. I'm tired of uni. I think about dropping out at least once a day.
April 22, 2021