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When COVID-19 began its rampage in North America, a friend of mine started a dream club. She didn¹t call it that. She used a fancier term (which I¹ve forgotten) because she¹s smarter than I am.
People in quarantine, self-imposed or not, would share their dreams. Is dream sharing somehow therapeutic?
When I share a dream with my husband I end up feeling worse. He¹s genuinely disinterested. I hardly blame him. Other people¹s dreams are just weird.
Your own weird dream is intriguing. When it¹s somebody else¹s dream, weird is just weird.
Have you had a COVID dream yet? I have. Warning: I¹m about to share it. Feel free to skip the next paragraph.
A friend of mine and I went in a Goodwill store. I found a black sweater I wanted to buy even though it cost something like four dollars. At the checkout counter confusion set in when another customer paid for my purchase. Some sort of credit was involved too. To make things worse, I wasn¹t sure I wanted the sweater, and then there was an unexpected glitch in
the checkout procedure when the woman in charge went to her car to tally the day¹s receipts. And then I decided I wanted the sweater.
Suddenly it struck me! We were hanging out in a crowded store in very close contact with a bunch of unmasked shoppers in the middle of a COVID pandemic! Nightmare!
COVID aside, the crowded shopping scene also smacked of Black Friday. Talk about a pseudo-holiday that has lost its oomph. Me, I never camped out at any store entrance to join the traditional early morning stampede. Alas. Now I¹ll never have the chance. That sort of Black Friday crush is undoubtedly a thing of the past. Even before COVID, Black Friday had gotten watered down, starting early and extending itself toward Christmas. Thanksgiving Week and Advent Season commercialized.
Speaking of the commercialization and manipulation of holidays, what about the pandemic? It¹s lent itself in various ways to exploitation by enterprising business types. But why not? That¹s capitalism. Capitalize on whatever.
If I weren¹t trying to be sure the cow water doesn¹t freeze, I might launch a special work-from-home pandemic business ¬ like maybe dream interpretation. A loan from the Small Business Administration could kick things off. We need better Internet service here at the farm.
Requisite business plan:
Secure a laptop and a tablet. Hire an assistant. Advertise via Facebook.
Work by appointment only. No slots reserved without advance payment via PayPal.
The client relates the dream. The off-camera assistant searches online for symbolic meanings of all elements and transfers the information to a high-tech on-camera crystal ball positioned in front of the pensive interpreter.
Dream interpreter ideally should have a psychic-sounding name. Hanaba will work.
Kasamba has beat me to it. No kidding. She does online psychic chat, Tarot, astrology, dream interpretation and more.
Per her online picture, she¹s to too young and pretty to be trusted.
I¹ve got an edge on Kasamba.