Killer sleep

Finally slept 7 hours in a row last night, first time in months. But it was marred by a dream that everyone I met was trying to kill me. There was one person I trusted through the whole ordeal, and he ended up trying to kill me. The police finally showed up, but guess what? Yep, they tried to kill me. Everyone was throwing things at me, and when they ran out of weapons like knives and rocks, they threw flour and sugar. I told Mike about the dream this morning, and he said, "How did you survive? Were you some kind of ninja or something?"