I also had another dream too where we survived an atomic war in a small town. I remember driving with a few friends in a 1970’s era car to look for other survivors and I made it to Pittsburgh where I ended up on Mt. Washington. I remember looking at the city seeing the twisted girders of the buildings and hearing nothing except the wind howling. Creeped me out. We booked for the car and got out of there discussing how freaked we all were. Again woke up in a cold sweat.
It is amazing and disturbing stuff, I wonder where such deep, deep, dreams come from, and again, not the subject of them, but the way that they drain you, exhaust you with their intensity and lingering memory, lasting years.
I have dreams similar to that too, but I don’t wake up sweating. I sometimes dream that I’m still in school; sometimes I don’t know where I’m supposed to be, the most recent one was I told my mother I spent 6 years in school, and the thought of doing nothing left me confused. And when these occur, I’m at my present age, not 16. There was even one I had when I was back in junior high a few months ago.
It tells me subconsciously that doing so poorly still has a profound effect on my psyche, and I still regret my performance for about 6 years straight, from grades 8 to 12+1 (the +1 was being left back).