I have a similar dream, it's the morning of my Maths final and I cannot remember any of it. Obvious anxiety dream but feels very real. When I was still single and living in the same house as when I was at collage I'd wake up and see my desk devoid of all collage work but still have to go down stairs and look at something I bought after I graduated to make sure it wasn't real. Still happens from time to time 32 years later.This is intended to be a humorous thread, so if you're on something that gives you horrifying dreams, then maybe not the place.
At any rate, I have two - one is persistent - I'm walking somewhere in college my last semester and can't find my paper schedule of courses, and then realize I've been missing a math course for at least weeks, perhaps months, and that I'll be stuck there next semester. College was more than two decades ago. I never had this occur while I was there. In the dreams, I'm always trying to figure out how to eke out a D in the course (I never got a D either), graduate on time, and am concurrently annoyed with what it will do to my weighted grade profile.
The second dream is - Target (the retailer, not sure if that's overseas) , which is wildly successful here, is found to have been cooking books and the stores are closing. I don't know why I'd care as I don't generally go to target aside from it being less than a mile away (so for milk, or to use the pharmacy). The dream makes less sense than that, though - in it, I'm walking through a target store with no people in it an remarking to my wife "I can't believe they all went out of business". I'm supposing while awake that if they actually closed the stores, I probably wouldn't be walking through them remarking that they're closed.
When I wake up from either of these, it takes a second to realize they make no sense. After I'm awake for 5-10 seconds, I think "thank God I'm not in college any longer" or "why dream about target closing? I wouldn't care if they did."
The first dream would be far worse if I realized I'd have to come back the next semester and take five pompous art history or philosophy courses.
Once had a very vivid dream being chased by something with big teeth, it caught me and I punched the wall so hard the plaster board cracked and I couldn't hold a pen for days - good job I was single then - she would have an opinion, I know she would.