My dreams have also not been safe. Even though I don't remember many of them as of late, some of them have been things such as being told that I was going to lose my job, getting lost in an unfamiliar city, or trying to find my classroom in a building that I don't recognize (and that doesn't have handrails on its stairs). At least I'm not finding the bathroom in them.
I try not to worry as worry doesn't accomplish anything. Still, I am concerned about my health and about what I need to do to improve it. I am concerned about my profession and the continual attacks that have plagued it across the nation. I am concerned about the happiness and health of my family. And I am concerned about the lack of motivation I feel towards my dissertation.
I just caught myself grinding my teeth again.