Fuuuuucccckkk. I had really messed up dreams last night. I dreamt that a lot of friends (Raul, Jim, Cat, Mel, Jodi, Shane, Mike, Lynn) and I were in a big old victorian house with three floors. We kept running up to the third floor (the route up to the 3rd floor was different and more difficult each time we went up) and jumping out. We were thrill seekers or something like that. Even though we got injured, we kept doing it. It was as if we were totally addicted to this bizarre sport. Anyway, I woke up some time later because a female voice sounded loud and clear in my right ear saying, "Claireeeeee". At first I was immobile, unable to move in the darkness of our room. I kept thinking to myself, "there's a dissembodied voice over there on top of my bureau", but then I was able to get my wits together and wake Raul up. He later told me I freaked him the fuck out. Anyway, it was a very surreal experience. Who the fuck is Claaaiiireeee??