Creativity in anxious times

Or my love-hate relationship with March 20th

It’s around 3:30am as I write this and I have just been dragged from sleep by a nightmare.

In my dream, I am running through a darkened forest, slipping and sliding down muddy embankments, trying to escape. I don’t fully understand the backstory in the dream, but I think I’m attempting to escape some prisoner-of-war encampment. I keep flipping between r…