I can’t shake these lines:
You wanted this landAka Stasik, “Lullaby for the Enemy”
Now mix with it
You are my land now
Sleep, sleep, sleep . . .
Recurring theme in my pandemic-era dreams: I am in a social situation with many other people, and then I notice none of us is wearing a mask. These scenes used to freak me out, even wake me up. Now my dreaming mind sometimes thinks, “not this again.” Seems the thrill is gone.