Pandemic Dreams

Day 8 in a series of essays based on a writing prompt. We all have those dreams where we feel like we can’t get away from something. Apparently, the pandemic has made our dreams more intense…

8. Dream-catcher: Write something inspired by a recent dream you had.

It started in the pit of my stomach.

A slowly increasing burn, like someone gradually turning up a gas stove.

It crept up, spreading through my chest, and then into my throat, making it hard to breathe.


All because I couldn’t fly more than two feet off the ground.

This was supposed to be a flying dream, for goodness’ sake!

I ran down a steep hill and took a flying leap into the air.

Only to skim along frustratingly close to the grass.

I flapped my arms as if they were wings.

I strained and pulled, trying to force myself up.

The panic increased, and I felt I HAD to fly higher.

Because now something was chasing me.

Horrorstruck, I realized I couldn’t get away.

Then I woke up in a cold sweat, the sheets twisted around my legs.

Damn, I thought.

Pandemic dreams really are a thing.