Last night I had a nightmare that was a doozy. I was on a movie set where Steven Spielberg was directing, and somehow I was called on to operate a camera in a particularly difficult shot, using equipment I hadn't used before. I knew how to do it, it just required a coordinated set of moves that I hadn't ever done before.
A bunch of stuff had already gone wrong, and Mr. Spielberg was already in short temper. And then more stuff started going wrong because of decisions I had made, and he wasn't happy. At one point, he even walked off the set for a period of time.
This was also my Big Break, so a lot was riding on it.
The dream never actually got to the shooting part. It was all the crap leading up to it. But when I woke up, I was drenched with sweat. Enough to want to wash the sheets.
Anxiety dream. The film motif is most likely because of the film-centric nature of my life lately, but the core emotion was anxiety. More specifically, anxiety over being called on to handle something while being unprepared to do it. Common thread is self-confidence.
The sweat-- that may be partially a reaction to new medication.