I did not sleep well, but I remember two dreams. In the first I was at the home of DR vixmom, swimming in her pool. I think I was house-sitting.
In the second, I was either watching a movie or I was in 17th century Paris, and it was something to do with a young musketeer and the young lady he loved. He was a pacifist, and the song "I won't duel, don't ask me" kept running though my head. And there was a huge riot at Notre Dame cathedral.