This morning I dreamt I was a 25 year young black haired woman at a university party or ball. The atmosphere was warm, loving, inclusive and dreamy. At the salad bar the cashew nuts where portion by portion tested on covid19 before going into the salad bowls. And the labs (to do with whatever making things) where closed already, which was a pity because there it was always fun to be. At the dance a long guy asked me to slow dance. I went for it, curious. He led me. I led myself being led. It was nice, my first romantic dance without a mask. Then I was trying for the last train home to Spain or Portugal or anthother warm home country which was my home. The music I think was ‘Beautiful People’ from Melanie.