This one involved traveling and moving both. [These are familiar nightmare subjects for me.] Not only was I traveling, by a strange subway, to a new job - but I had to haul all of my belongings with me on a daily basis. It was one continual rush. It was awful. Then we apparently lost what little status we had had (the group I was with) since they no longer gave us our coffee cups at breakfast each morning. I was frantic - I couldn't figure out what we had done (or hadn't done) and there was no way to find out - no one to ask, nothing to read, and everyone who seemed to know what they were doing simply claimed to be making it up as they went along.
I woke up breathing hard and disoriented. I'm still disoriented twenty minutes later. It's one of those lingering things, I guess. I hate this.