I had a spell of something similar. I would wake up suddenly, full of doom, and remembering only a snatch of my dream, which was on the lines of having to do something or make some decision in the next five seconds, and if I didn't, or if I got it wrong, then some awful fate would descend, not just on me but on the entire universe, and it would be all my fault The deadline would arrive and I would be so terrified that I woke up in a dreadful state.
What was very interesting, in retrospect, is that not long after that, DH was diagnosed with cancer. I never had the dream after that. I do wonder whether my subconscious had picked up clues that my conscious mind had missed and it was trying hard in my dreams to alert me - then stopped when it was out in the open (the man of course was ignoring symptoms and hadn't mentioned them to me).