Entry 55

Dream written on 24 March 2020, Tuesday:

It’s night time and I follow an elderly woman into her house. I don’t think she saw me and I was nervous she would think I’m some kind of intruder, but I knew there was something I needed to do in there. When I’m inside the house, the woman is no where to be seen. It’s dark but I see a cat on the couch sleeping. The woman is upstairs, she appears on some balcony, she sees me but doesn’t seem afraid of me. She comes downstairs, says something like, let me get all this out of the way for you, except she didn’t really say that, or I don’t remember her saying those words because, while she seemed to speak to me, it was all wordless when she spoke. . . She took something from the couch, like a piece of clothing, she had to come close to my side to pick it up and I intuited she still had to finish putting away and folding some newly laundered clothes. The only thing is there was just that one piece of cloth she picked up and I barely saw what it was in the darkness. When she almost brushed my side I thought the elderly woman might be a carrier of the coronavirus. Or maybe she was showing symptoms? Maybe she seemed sick, which is what made me think of the coronavirus in the dream? The cat then jumped off the couch and disappeared. And then the couch wasn’t there anymore, and I could see the cat had peed on the floor, the liquid glistening in the dark. It seemed to have run to another room or down to the basement, the door to which the woman closed. She said, again wordlessly, that the cat has been sick, and then I again wondered if the cat had Covid-19.

And then I was looking at the inside of this new pair of shoes. I remember even the brand and model: Salomon, scallop. The brand exists in the outside world, but the model no, I don’t think. My point of view in the dream switched to zooping inside the shoe, seeing its pillowy cushions and padding in white and lavender. Now I think of it, it was brighter inside the shoe than outside in the elderly woman’s living room. I even see the size of the shoe, as well as the labels for UK, EU, and US sizes, which said 8.5. I remember thinking I need a size 10 if I’m to use this trailrunner for long-distance treks. But when I put on the shoes (after zooming out), they fit me perfectly. The elderly woman seems to be gone, but my dad was there, I think. He didn’t say anything, but I then took a call from my cell-phone, from someone, a woman asking about the shoes. They wanted to order this same size 8.5. I told the person, just to let them know that I actually tried these same shoes of that same size and yeah, they fit perfectly. But here I’m not sure if I was recommending the size 10 if she’s using the shoes for hiking. The person on the other line wanted to place an order for the shoes, and I told him/her that I needed to put them on hold because the system was slow or down and I needed to troubleshoot the system. I wondered why or how I would place the order for this person, who is now my customer, from this elderly woman’s house, as I look up the shoes on someone’s laptop that seems to have appeared from nowhere.