Tired of fitful sleep

Again, I woke up multiple times last night. I was feeling slightly ill, but hopefully have now slept that away (I unwillingly sprung from cozy bed at noon today).

What I do remember from last night's dream world(s):

I am taking a film class, I recognize no one. I have never watched the films, or read the books they were based on, and of course, there is a test. I just stare at the thin slip of a test and completely blank out. The most interesting thing about this class is that it actually takes place in a stadium-seating theater. I am sitting in an aisle seat, it is dark, dark, dark. I look up and realize that half of the ceiling is missing. No big deal, until it begins raining. I am watching the mist fall on the face of the boy seated in front of me and over a few rows. His profile glistens. Eventually, some one suggests we move down, deeper into the theater where the roof remains intact. The seats here are more formal: straight backs and corporate cushions (no comfort), I sit beside a short Asian fellow, my "friends" are following me.

The sequence of the next dream finds me among a group of young girls/ladies. We are working together to get out of some kind of (bad) situation - only I cannot tell exactly what that situation is. We are working our way through our possessions, gathering what we can so that we can escape. Once we have our stuff together, I go looking for my boots. I end up on the outskirts of a playing field (baseball? soccer? I dunno), and there are cars parked haphazardly; a young girl ("young" to me is a teenager, these are teenage girls and a few pre-teens) suggests I look out on the field: there are numerous pairs of boots baking under the sun. I begin to look for my own.
At some point I end up where I started with the other girls, and I am attempting to fit more stuff in my bags, I seem panicked to get more of my belongings.

Next dream bit: I am in the house where we lived while attending high school. I am soaking in the tub when this guy comes into the bathroom. (he is a guy I know in real life, I know him through family) He is looking out of the bathroom window and talking to me, the conversation escapes me, but I seem to move from watching myself in the tub to watching him stare out of the window and fidget with towels. He hands me an orange towel, but it stinks, so I ask for another. The scene shifts and I am downstairs disagreeing with two of my brothers: there are two cars but all three of us have errands/jobs to do. Our younger brother goes ahead and leaves with one of the cars, which leaves me with my one older brother to figure out what to do. This brother appears at the dining room table with breakfast: pancakes, french toast, but he tells me there are no eggs. No eggs. For some reason this is a big deal.