I am on one deadline, and I have nightmares about another one. I dream, variously, of not having organized everything for the set build (I have no sets that need to be built) and of financial shortfalls in a theatrical production (no such production exists.) My mind reverts to the most recent set of artistic stresses. It’s kind of nice to wake up feeling guilty over having neglected a nonexistent play, when I haven’t worked on any theater since June. My anxieties are retro.