Sick
I had this dream last night that was obviously affected by the book I am currently reading about viruses. It started out with my wife some friend and I, we were driving from one our home to the next town where our parents lived, the epidemic had ravaged our community, doctors offices refused to see patients, they shut down and went into hiding, the virus was incurable, it was based on a type of typhoid fever but you couldn’t tell you were sick, the incubation period for the virus was undetectable and irreversable, hospitals claimed they could help but we all knew, it meant death. We reached our destination, rain was pouring down in buckets, the streets were flooded with dirt from all the lawns in the neighborhood oversaturated with rain, we went into the house, saw our families, no one was really aware of what was going on, someone in the house was sick, what made home feel better was vodka and cigarettes, he claimed he had had typhoid fever when he was a kid and would therefore eventually be fine, but he was scared, we all were. Nigttime came and sleeping arrangements were made we all went to bed with the knowledge that anyone of us could be sick, it was a waiting game, who would come down with symptoms first? Who would die? We decided to go into town to see a movie the next day and everything was vacant, no bodies no evidence of theft or riots. Just silence, empty, no movie. We sat in the truck listening to the rain hit the roof, no sun, no sliver of happyness, just waiting.
