Viral dream

The other day, a waking dream about the virus. The first such, after a year of it.

BH and I had decided that it was time to take a chance on a concert, despite the fact that the virus was still knocking around.

The venue was slightly odd, more like a lecture theatre in a new-build university than a regular concert hall. Gently curved tiers of not very comfortable tip-up seats. But nothing like as uncomfortable or as steep as the tiers in the old-build Royal Institution - a place which I may well not get back to.

Just a thin scattering of people, and we took a couple of seat near the back, nowhere near anyone else. Bit of a fast forward at this point, and the recital was in progress, perhaps a Bach cello suite. And the auditorium had become much fuller. Full of rather vapid looking young people, not a mask in sight, but quite a lot of the girls had shoulder length hair. All, we supposed, happily pumping out virus all over the place.

We made a hurried exit out the back, not waiting for a pause in the music, never mind the interval. Certain amount of tutting as we got ourselves out of our row of seats.

PS: the dream did not say whether we were wearing masks or not.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/03/science-of-thrills.html. A place last visited early last March.