I had a very crazy dream…we were all passengers of 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, and it erased a lot of whole people too.
People were isolated in their homes dealing with their ghosts…for the luckiest it was just boredom, but for the less fortunate it was hunger.
Isolated people tend to create things, for good and for bad…
They can create entire orchestras from their building’s balconies, together 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 at home would not prevent emotional breakdown..
The productivity paranoia rolled over.
Then there was the loneliness paranoia.
The paranoia of lifting the rolled over carpet (and see everything you had hidden down there).
There was paranoia running through the whole dream…
There were children’s parties without guests, family reunions by video call, people hugging each other through plastic barriers.
And as I am quite creative (my dreams are always surrealist feasts), in addition to the pandemic, there was humanitarian crisis, political crisis, ethical crisis…it was a swarm of crises!
All blended .
And we were there, trying to stay sane
And it isn’t the end yet…

In this crazy dream, streets were completely empty, and the worst part was the deafening silence.
Without people, mother nature spreaded to the cities, while men were losing their freedom
Staying at home by our own choice is good, if it’s mandatory it’s a problem.
The fashion industry said they approved the new outfit, 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 help, the true one, came from the arts… this was for good! 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 saved many people from madness.
And oddly, at the same time, the arts suffered from major attacks and defeats in my country (who needs Art anyway? irony intended)..
The dream went on, and other countries appeared on the media with other misfortunes, with people running away, on boats and planes.
I should call it a nightmare, not a dream…but I don’t, because in that human blender, very good things happened, in contrast with all that tragedy.
Because there was indifference, but there was also a wave of solidarity and empathy.
Because there was loneliness, but sometimes the best companies.
Because there were closed doors, but also other frontiers got opened.
Because there was fear, but also faith!
And there was love, there is always love, that in the most challenging times rises with a supernatural strength capable of keeping the world alive.
Nothing is linear.
I woke up in the morning, but I’m afraid that the dream will go on if I sleep again……