Casey Dressler
Stories of Covid, Recovery and Dreams from the other side of the fever.
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No Whiskey!
Was that real or imagined? I was tired, thirsty, hungry and fighting to see the difference.
Billings
If I could only make it to Billings, the doctors there would be better and would fix me or so I told myself.
Sprite and the Mountain Trail
It had been nearly three days since I had been given any food or water, and my spirits were very low. I had very few lucid moments and I faded in and of dreams.
Husband. Hunter. Artist. Dreamer.
When COVID hit, it wasn't just the sickness, the fatigue or the fever that hit me — it was the dreams. The vivid visions that became something deeper: a need to understand, to share, and to make sense of the stories that came from the other side...
This site is a home for those stories — the ones that came from the fever, the ones that stayed with me, and the ones I'm still trying to understand. Join me as I share this journey through blog posts, videos, and reflections.
"What started as a virus turned into a journey through consciousness I never expected to take."
— CASEY DRESSLER