study, fish

The last few nights my sleep has been interrupted; one night I was too cold, the next too hot and last night my air passage decided it didn't like air. So, I've been waking and remembering bits and then when I really wake up, I remember few bits.
I'm annoyed by this.

Last night what I remember: I am in a classroom, I have no idea what we are studying, I have a manila file with random pages stuffed inside. A kid gives me more pages that I am supposed to do something with, but I dunno. I have among all the pages pictures of the ideal wedding gown, because I don't know what else to do I just keep going back to that page and staring at it, giddily.
I want to pass it to another chick in the class but she is preoccupied with her work. I'm bored. I notice a girl from back in elementary school, Tracy C. She catches sight of me too, and excitedly asks me what I am doing after graduation. I tell her "grad school and working", she then tells me all about her chance to study fish at Fordham, and how she will live in Manhattan and her brothers are moving to Queens. I feign interest.

Another snippet of a dream from last night: I am with one of my aunts, in her home - a home I don't recall ever actually being in. My cousin is there too. Feelings aren't great; I don't feel welcome and my cousin and aunt have some secret language that I am certain is all about me. My aunt is in her kitchen cleaning something heavy, industrial and dulled-silver. She is leaning over it, wiping it with a big, thick towel. She moans for effect, I can tell she'd rather be smoking, or just staring off into the distance. I feel obliged to help her, I take the towel and begin to clean. The dirt is thick, sticky, reddish --- bbq sauce? blood? I don't ask, but feel snookered into doing her dirty work. Some things never change.