I don’t have that many anxiety dreams anymore, but when I do have them they are doozies and tend to be extremely vivid.
The one I had last night bordered on being a nightmare. It was nighttime (for some reason, in these dreams it’s always late at night) and I was in a vast subway system (like New York City’s) and had no idea where I was. I was trying to make it home, and kept taking the wrong sets of stairs and getting lost on the wrong platforms. I’d go and ask people where the platform I should be on was to get home, but no one seemed to be able to answer me. I was becoming frustrated and upset, and was on the verge of crying.
Then the strangers I asked for directions began to make fun of me — somehow knowing I was originally from the New York area, and unable to believe I couldn’t find my way around a big subway system. I continued to climb stairs and look for my train on different platforms (there seemed to be thousands) and then I realized with horror that I couldn’t even remember where I lived! That’s when I woke up and it took me a few minutes to shake off the dream — and I spent a minute or two trying to remember where I lived before it came back to me.
Later today, I’m going to an ACA rally in downtown. I’ll report back later, with photos.