Ever since the Pandemic began, I’ve noticed that my dreams have become particularly vivid and dynamic. I’ve heard that many other folks have a hyper-active dream life too. How about you?

Sometimes I have nightmares where I’m in a drama that flows from a TV show I’ve just watched or a book I’ve been reading. Often the “I” in the drama is a character who is not really me. If the dream is frightening, I might wake up in the middle of the night afraid, not wanting to return to that dream-story.

Every now and then, when I emerge from a dream, I’m angry with someone. Sometimes it’s my husband, who is innocently lying next to me. Sometimes it’s a stranger—someone I don’t really know or even recognize. The odd thing is—I don’t give up the feeling of anger right way—even though I know it’s just a dream.

Some of my dreams are sweet. I meet people I love—those who have gone to the “other side”—like my mother, my father or my brother. In my dreams, they are real. We do things together, and we talk. When I awake, their faces and voices are still in my head.

One night, I met Estelle, a favorite cousin. We were at a party with lots of people there, and she was sitting in an oversized armchair. I was surprised to see her. I went over to her and said, “I thought you had died.” She just looked up at me and smiled.

It’s as if I have two lives. My day life is normal—I work at my computer, I paint, I go for walks, I talk with my husband and friends, I cook… My night life is extraordinary—I go places I’ve never been, talk to people I’ve never met, do things that are impossible… My night life is a mystery that mostly disappears after I wake up. Do you have a night life? What do you dream