I had a very bad night in the sense that I kept waking up- at four, six, eight thirty and nine. It was a good night for dreaming because all those wakeups made me remember it. I say it because it was the same dream that I kept coming back to.

In it I was a teacher, and my apprentices were three witches. I had a small cottage that had an attic, a main floor and a basement. I taught them in the attic, and when the lesson was finished, I sent them to the garden to gather some ingredients (for lunch or a potion, I'm not sure- maybe both) and while I was cooking I received (like a rote) the information that one of them was there to learn from me, but she had her underlying motives, and they were not good.
I laughed to myself because I knew that because of this the 'misguided' one would be sent to a fool's errand- she would not find what she needed because she was not equipped to be able to use what she found for what she wanted.
As the girls were outside I woke up, got up and eventually came back to bed, and then I went back to the dream. In it I was told how this related to my life, I talked to beings that were explaining some things to me, and I asked for help to deal with some things that were bothering me. I woke up again, and stayed in a semiconscious state until I finally got up around 9:30. ATM I have forgotten most of the information given but I know it's in my memory, and it'll come back when I need it.