Quarantine Journals - Nightmares

The trauma nightmares have begun. Had a dream that we were shelter somewhere in Weatherford and a group of people showed up. Some were Hispanic, elderly, special needs, and they were begging for money to self pay for medication to keep them comfortable while they were dying. $250 a pill. And I was standing between them and a Trumper who was being a dick. And I knew half the people. And there were kids. And I woke myself up sobbing, several times.

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