I slept exceedingly well.
Dreamed a bit, including one rather farcical dream: I was attending a conference I wasn't interested in, and when a break happened, I decided to sneak out. I thought I was going into the parking lot, but had mistaken my route out of the building. Rather than re-enter and risk being spotted and dragged back into the conference, I decided to simply walk around the building to get to parking. Alas, alack and all that jazz: I found myself facing a large plot of grassy land that looked a bit like a golf course. Still, I began a fast clip to cross it and get around the building. At one point, I walked past a coiled snake! But as I was approaching the corner of the building, a steep mound of sand was blocking me. I began to go up this mound of sand but, as I approached the top, it became apparent it was steeper than I had thought. I reached to grab the top of the mound so i could pull myself over it. The top gave way and I slid all the way back down the mound. I then awakened and wondered where I had parked the car.
I hate my dreams lately.
