Yesterday I woke up after a dream that probably sounds mundane if I recount it, but was really scary to me, given the current circumstances.
I was at some trade show or something, and for some reason everything went wrong. The show wasn't at any of our usual venues but, for some reason, in Leeds city centre, near the market.
I was left alone to pack up the stall, which is always stressful - and growing more and more conscious that I was late, and this vast place where we were doing the show was emptying and it was getting dark, and the other traders had gone/were going and just getting the stall down on my own seemed impossible. But somehow, I did it, and dragged all the stuff out of the building onto the pavement, only to realise I'd missed my lift home. So I thought I'd ring a family member - someone who would always help me, and I felt this sort of rush of relief again, because this person would, if I was stuck outside a creepy place in the dark, with some scary characters around, and marooned because I had all this heavy stuff with me, defo come to rescue me. (I'd already tried my late dad on the phone, in the dream forgetting he was dead, and he answered but couldn't come to rescue me for some reason I forget).
Anyway I tried and tried to phone relative but he just didn't come to the phone, and I just couldn't get hold of him at all. I was in the dark, alone and getting more and more afraid and more stressed because basically this is the one person you phone on his landline and he's literally sitting three metres from it... And this sounds mundane and less frightening than it was to me in the dream, but just that feeling of not being able to get hold of this relative, was utterly terrifying to me. (For some reason, in my dream it was as if my husband didn't exist as it didn't cross my mind to try and get hold of him!)
And I woke up in a cold sweat at that point - that the only way I could communicate with relative was just dead.
I think it's an anxiety dream. Said relative has bad asthma, and I have been constantly worried about what will happen to him if he should catch this virus - because I'm almost certain he couldn't survive it. And I'd be the last one left, from the entire family I started out with. Somewhere my subconscious is playing it out, I guess. Waking up, I knew immediately what that dream was really about.
The place where the dream was set was a very short distance from where my great grandma was born and where the other side of our family had a business, for decades so it is a place that means something, in that sense, as well.
I don't think this is in any way prophetic - I think it's just my mind playing out a worst case scenario.