In my dream, a skunk waddled up to me and climbed on my lap. I held still, it got up on its hind legs, kissed me on the cheek and then waddled off. (Two friends took a photo, but don’t think we have the technology yet to Airdrop photos from the Dreamworld.) Soon after, I was teaching a workshop in which we all held hands while I wove the group into a tight, intimate circle, the way I have thousands of times before. What does it all mean, Dr. Freud?
Hard to imagine that happening again, but of course, I hope it will. Having practiced social distancing, how long will it take before we can trust again to do such things? Even when the doctors give us the green light, I imagine some corner of the psyche will keep flashing red for quite a while. And who would dare to kiss a stranger on the cheek? Especially a skunk?