The Midnight Gospel

 I've started watching this on Netflix.  It reminds me of things I thought about on psychedelic trips back in the 80s.  I can't decide if that's unsettling or comforting.

Covid-19

 My daughter's boyfriend's grandma died from Covid-19.  It apparently really hit him hard because his grandparents kind of raised him.  I think these anti-mask people and those insisting

Dreams

 Like the Blondie song says "dreaming is free".  I've been having some very intense dreams lately.  The kind I don't really want to wake up from.  They are in glorious Technicolor.  In them it seems like I'm in a reality in which things went differently for me and/or my family.  Probably the entire country for that matter.  Each reality is a bit different.  I don't think I've been to the exact same one twice.  What really sets these apart from real life is that I'm happy.  Like deep down happy, feeling cherished and loved for who I am by the people around me.  It brings tears to my eyes thinking about it.  I can't remember ever having felt like this in real life.  It's amazing.  I wish I didn't have to wake up.