So the creepiest thing happened last night. Well, at least for Brett. I was sleeping, and in my dream I was climbing into bed, and as I slid under the covers I looked over and there was a man next to me. I wasn't expecting him, and didn't recognize him (at first) so I started screaming bloody murder. Then, as I realized I'd been dreaming and was staring at my poor, horrified husband who was looking around wondering what the hell I was screaming about, I stopped screaming. Brett said I had the most horrible, terrified look on my face; he thought there was some sort of monster or something behind him, and was thoroughly freaked out. So freaked out in fact, that we had to sleep in the living room with a light on, because he couldn't fall back asleep in our bedroom after that. I wasn't scared, just weirded out and embarrassed, and I was seriously worried that one of the neighbors would call the police, since I'm sure I woke up practically everyone in the building, and probably a couple of the bums outside.