I was freaking out at the office.
No one was wearing a mask or respecting social distancing. When I pointed it out, everyone ignored me. Like I wasn’t there.
In fact, I wasn’t really there. I was dreaming it.
It’s not the first time I have had such a dream. It’s a recurring nightmare, one of a few with the same theme: I’m out and about, and no one is wearing a mask, including me. I’m terrified. I’ll surely catch COVID-19 now, I feel in those dreams.
I’m sure I’m not the only person having pandemic nightmares.
Thing is, in real life, I doubt I will ever be able to return to my office. I could retire, though I don’t really want to. But if it comes to making a choice between returning to the office or leaving it for good, I’ll choose the latter. I bet others of certain ages are thinking the same thing.
It’s not that I don’t want to be in the newsroom with my colleagues. I do want to see them. But with doubts now being cast on the efficacy of a certain vaccine, no real data on long-term effects of COVID-19 and virus variants seeming to multiply, any hope we had of resuming normal lives by September seems to be fading quickly.
And if any of the variants turn out to be resistant to vaccines in the pipelines, we’re back to Square One.
Indeed, I’m not sure we ever left Square One.
Meanwhile, we live in fear. And some of us are having nightmares.
How about you? Any nightmares related to the coronavirus?