Restful sleep is an elusive thing

For the past couple of days, I've been besieged with weird stress dreams. On the surface they aren't that bad. Just a dream about missing class in high school and being behind. Another about an old childhood playmate whose name I can't remember. Nothing too bad right? But the anxiety when I wake up each morning is similar to when I was going through a traumatic experience in my early twenties. What is so pressing on my mind other than what's going on with everyone else in the world?

The only good thing about my situation being able to journal about it. Going back to journaling (and maybe some creative writing) might be able to help with this dread. Or maybe it's just a front for being more concerned about the pandemic than I'm letting on offline. Whatever it is, I need my rest.