Last night's dream had a weird ambiance. Not quite anxiety, more a kind of half-amused frustrated annoyance.
I'd gone with two men (who I don't know in real life) to a city for a day out. Fortunately I'd had the foresight to bring my dog, because we got lost in the city and couldn't get home. Shops were closing - I clearly remember seeing the back view of an Indian girl putting the bins outside, and the streets were deserted. We walked and walked trying to find a bus station or transport, and ended up being accommodated by a family who told us we could stay at their flat. We were in one room, the two men had taken the bed and I was sorting, frustratedly, through piles of stuff trying to find my dog's lead so we could leave. The bed was a sofa conversion job and the two men were happily snuggled down under the covers, while I muttered to myself about 'they could have let ME have the bed' - I gather that the trip into the city hadn't been my idea and I hadn't wanted to go in the first place. The dog was 'somewhere' with me, although not visible in the dream, and I was just glad that she was, as I didn't have to worry about her being stuck at home alone, which is the normal cause of the 'anxiety, got to get back, dog is shut in' dreams.
I found some long hairy string, and fashioned a kind of lead, and then left the flat. I walked until I found a kind of entranceway, which had a stopped escalator and I realised it led up to the train station. Up on the platform the boards were showing that there was a train to York, but it didn't leave until 6.15 in the morning, so I was looking for other trains that may pass through York so that I could get home that night.
As I said, normally this would have been an anxiety dream, with me desperate to get home. But having the dog (invisibly) with me took away that line of anxiety and just left me with a 'for God's SAKE! This is just so typical!' kind of feeling.