Ok. So on the morning of the 5th (this past tuesday) I woke up with my pocket knife lying open beside my pillow, and a cut on my knee. The knife had been in my purse, on the other side of the room the night before when I went to bed.

I have one vague dream I remember from that night. Frank the Rabbit had been standing accross the room from me, holding my purse in the air, and I could see the knife inside the purse.

Total WHAAT THE FUCKING HELL factor reached.