I was on a subway late at night. Barely anyone else was out. The bus driver was Somolian. I think I was with Abby K. She got off at a stop and left me alone on the subway. I felt a little nervous. I wasn't sure which stop was mine. There was a guy and girl on the train with me. They were flirting and I was acting as a sort of intermediate for them so they felt more comfortable, like when you are a third wheel for two friends who like each other but don't want to be alone together yet. After some time they got off the train. Somehow after that, I saw a picture of them smiling together, like they hung out after the train ride, and I felt happy. Then somehow I knew the information that it didn't work out between them, because the girl had a boyfriend or something.

In another part of the dream, I found a rock on the ground of the subway and put it in my mouth, then took it out. I immediately was filled with horror and panic and I thought, “why did I do that?!” I thought about those news stories about people licking public objects in order to spread the virus and I thought, “I hope no one saw me doing that.” I couldn't comprehend why I did it. I was also very fearful that I'd given myself the coronavirus, and that I'd bring it home and contaminate my family.

I was in a big mall with Grandma and Catherine. Nick, Charlie, Mom, Cindy, and Julia were elsewhere in the mall. Catherine wanted to get sushi at a really expensive sushi place. I had a piece of super sticky candy in my mouth and couldn't talk. The wait list at the sushi place was super long. Cynthia Bailey and her family were waiting to eat at the restaurant too. We decided against going to the restaurant.

Then we met up with Mom and Cindy and the others and went to “Grandma and Pops's old apartment.” The mall led into the apartment complex. The hallways were under construction and everything looked dated. Grandma asked a construction worker, “how long has it been under construction?”

We walked until we got to their old rooms. Charlie opened a door and there were 3 beds against a wall. Another room had a bed with two people in it, sleeping. I went down the hallway more and rounded a corner. I looked out the window and saw houses, like a neighborhood. It was a different view than the one out of the window in Grandma and Pops's apartment. That view had made it seem like the apartment was located in a busy city. But this view made it seem like it was in suburbia. We went outside the comlex to a parking lot. I looked back at the building and commented that, for my whole life, I'd thought it would be a little bit bigger.

In the next part of the dream, I had a little tiny tiger cub or some really small animal and everyone wanted me to set him down, so he could play or something. But I saw that he was getting roughed up everytime I set him down, so I was reacting strongly emotionally to their request. And everyone was like, “set him down! Let them play. He won't get hurt.” But every time I put him down he got (what looked like) attacked. So I was reacting very strongly, yelling and crying and holding onto the tiger baby and everyone thought I was overreacting.

I was in Japan at a cafe and there was an English kindergarten next door. I saw a pretty blonde Australian guy who worked there and I was jealous because I thought “I'll never get a college degree, so a place like that would never hire me.” Then I was in the cafe with Kate and she ordered some things, but I didn't order anything because I felt weirdly shameful.

Then I was in a car with Sam (radio guy from Philly) and someone else (possibly still Kate) and I didn't know how to put the car in park. We were all laughing at my stupidity and I felt a wonderful sense of camaraderie.

Then I wanted to clean the car. I started collecting Lola's fur off a mat on the ground. The mat itself seemed to peel up and I saw that there was dirt underneath the layer of fur. I started scooping out the dirt, which revealed a web of huge disgusting worms. I had gloves on, but I was still reluctant to touch the worms. I wanted the car clean, though, so I started grabbing them and throwing them on the grass. It seemed like there was an endless amount of these worms. They would writhe in my hand as I tried to grip them. I could still feel that even after I woke up.

I was on a big fancy cruise ship. I was a caveman—or I looked like a caveman to everyone else. I was jumping on tables and other furniture to avoid getting shot in the foot by a green laser that followed me around the room and would shock me if it locked on. I figured out that it was tracking me via my footsteps and if I touched the floor at all after it made this one beeping noise, it could track me.

Then I was no longer the caveman, switching out of that form like it was a video game or something. As myself I walked into a big dining area where Trump (or whoever the man in charge) was. He was yelling at the staff about how inappropriate it was for a caveman to be jumping on the tables. I tried my best to walk out of there silently and without getting caught. I felt very guilty, but I wasn't recognizable as the caveman, so I felt pretty confident that I'd get away with it.

Then it turned out I never was the caveman. I'd been doing the jumping on furniture thing myself, and the caveman started to do it following my lead. When he got caught everyone got called into the dining area to get yelled at by the boss. And I felt so anxious because I knew tons of workers saw me doing it too. But no one was snitching on me. I left the dining room and went to an area that was like a train station.

I was on a bus and people were getting dropped off at home. The bus went to a neighborhood that was completely indoors. Like inside a giant cement building. Like the dome in [city], but not a dome. It was clearly rich people housing. Baylen from chemistry was getting dropped off there. Lola was on the bus with me. There was a trailer park there too. The trailers were all perfectly rectangular and packed in tight, straight lines. They were colors like dark purple and maroon. Maybe dark blue. We dropped Baylen off.

Then I was in a cafeteria at what seemed to be after hours. They were serving ribs that looked really good. I asked a worker woman some question and she responded. I don't remember the question.

Then I was outside a school on a sidewalk. A system of sidewalks—like a courtyard. Someone was sweeping and I had to step out of his way. Something happened, like I plotted something with the sweeping man, and it was executed, but I don't remember what it was.

Then I woke up, but I didn't want to wake up, so I stayed asleep and went into a series of weird dream vignettes that I could control. I remember “choosing” different clothes before each vignette and seeing how wearing that outfit would affect the dream. In one, I was wearing my underwear backwards.

I went into Charlie's room looking to find Slavi in there. It was nighttime. I called out to Slavi, but he didn't answer. I went over to the bed and saw that the person there wasn't Slavi, it was a woman wearing lots of poorly done makeup. Her foundation was too light and she had lipstick all over. She stared at me like she was the one who was startled. While I was still in my initial shock and confusion, she got up and moved towards the hallway to leave. Then I felt scared. I kept asking who she was, but she wouldn't answer. I tried to follow her, but she was fast and already on the main floor. I was still upstairs. I remember looking down from the upstairs and seeing a guy walking around the house with her.

I was walking with Julia and we were carrying all these objects. Like scissors and a sharpie and a weird cutting board. We were over by the entrance to the trail near the [last name]'s house. We hid behind a big rock when a car pulled up. We hid because Julia said that “the people in the car have a tendency to talk for a long time, so it's best we hide from them if we want to avoid that.” On the other side of the rock, I could overhear the new people who live in the [last name]'s house talking to them.

Then I saw Bob Dylan walking to the park and I saw him sit on a park bench. I thought that the quarantine must've had him back in Minnesota, and I thought he probably lives in the neighborhood, we just never see him. At this point I was trying to bring the objects back to the house because carrying them had gotten annoying. So I was asking Julia, “which objects can you hold? How many?” I saw a guy go up and talk to Bob as he sat at the park and I felt second-hand embarrassed. Bob obviously didn't want to be bothered but this guy seemed oblivious.