I had a very crazy dream…we were all passengers in a time when people had lost part of their faces – only the eyes remained to show joy, sadness, fear, surprise – because there was a worldwide pandemic that stopped the planet and erased people’s faces, it had erased a lot of whole people too.
People were isolated in their homes dealing with their ghosts…that for the luckiest, but it was just boredom, for the less fortunate, it was hunger.
Isolated people tend to create things, for good and for bad…
They can create entire orchestras from the buildings balconies, with people they’ve never seen before.
And they also can create paranoia.
The first ones happened more at the beginning, and they came followed by posters with positive phrases and colorful drawings.
The second ones started happening right after people discovered that baking bread would not prevent emotional breakdown..
The productivity paranoia rolled over.
There was the loneliness paranoia.
The paranoia of lifting the carpet rolled over (and see everything you had hidden down there).
There was paranoia running through the whole dream…
There was a children’s party without guests, It had family reunion by video call, there were people hugging each other through plastic barriers.
And as I am quite creative (my dreams are always surrealism successes), in addition to the pandemic, there was a humanitarian crisis, political crisis, ethical crisis…it was a swarm of crises!
All blended .
And we were there, trying to stay sane…increasingly scarce.
But the worst was the erased ones…there were many, every day.
One minute the person was there, with your family, your beloved ones, and the next minute they were erased, alone and forever.
Oh, and it had pain championship…what pain is worth more? mine or yours? And the metric was the amount of likes in social posts (that sounds insane, I’m glad it was just a dream).
What helped a lot was the fashion industry saying they’ve approved the new outfit, that now it was cool to spend the day in pajamas or sweats…Wow, what a relief, what a tragedy it would be to be considered cringe.
But the real helps, the true one, we received from arts…this one yes! The luckiest had digital platforms to listen to millions of songs and podcasts, new books to read, a diversity of movies available on streaming, virtual visits to museums around the world… art has saved many people from madness.
And oddly – at the same time these same arts – suffered historic attacks and defeats in my country.
By the way, in my dream my country suffered so much…I watched from far away what happened there, and what sadness I tasted, I wanna to wake up.
But the dream keeped going, and other countries appeared with other misfortunes, with people running away, on boats and planes.
I should call it a nightmare, not a dream…but I don’t call it because in that human blender, so good things happened that contrasted with all that tragedy.
Because there had indifference , but there was also a wave of solidarity and empathy.
Because there had rupture, but there was also reencounter and rediscovery.
Because there were fear, but there was also time to play on the floor with the children, like never have before.
Never, anything, it’s linear.
I woke up in the morning, but I’ve been afraid to sleep again and the dream keep going…God forbid!