I had an ugly night of sleep, culminating in a fairly complex dream that combined a school reunion (which, bizarrely, seemed to be the music institute) with the ballroom of the Queen Mary having been converted into the official dress shop for prom-like gowns and such, my series of failing attempts to create folders and save files on my cell phone, and other absolute rubbish.
It was the kind of dream you say good riddance to, thank god I'm awake, etc., but which you can't stop trying to recall so that nothing escapes. Go figure.