I got nine hours of sleep for the first time in ages, and only woke once. Despite that I don't feel very rested. I had a nightmare. Dreamt that there was going to be a shooting at my university and I had some sort of psychic ability which allowed me to know when and where it would happen, but nobody believed me. All I had to defend myself was a gun loaded with chips of plastic or something, which really didn't do much harm. I remember standing outside the lecture room just before "it" happened, all the students were happy and chatting and I kept thinking "you're all going to die". I felt so bad. I ran away and woke up terrified.
Great way to spend the longest night's sleep I've had in ages...