That one's been a classic issue for me. It make me wonder which is worse, these or nightmares? I mean at least with nightmares, you wake up and you realize it's not real. But stress dreams? Doesn't matter if the dreams are real or not, the emotions always are. The anxiety, frustration, anger, hate, all of it. And they stick too, for most of the day. It's like ruining your own day before it even starts. Kinda funny in a pitiful way.
The ones I had last night were the worst ones yet. I remember them a lot more vividly, and it was like being trapped in my head. I wasn't arguing with anyone, it wasn't any specific scenarios, just me, alone, wallowing in self pity over my pathetic inferiority complex. I never knew you can wake up several times through pure self-loathing, guess I just proved it huh.