In this piece, I reflect on my fears regarding the COVID-19 pandemic in Peru, the country with the third highest rate of deaths per capita cases in the world. As an international Peruvian student living in Canada, my mind and heart were constantly worrying about the safety of my family and friends in the months following the pandemic. In the last week of May, I realized that for the first time in my life, I could no longer remember my dreams. I was waking up at 4am incessantly thinking about my country’s situation. From the comfort of my Ph.D. desk, I saw how things were getting worse with time. Government efforts weren’t succeeding. My family was calling every day with bad news. In June, the majority of my family was infected. I gave up on dreaming. I realized I did not have to dream anymore; the morning tales from Peru were surreal enough. This reflection is the outcome of a sleepless morning in the noisy construction site known as Toronto, Ontario.