At 1:40 this morning, I was having a vivid dream that involved bicycles and crashes (other people) and the scavenger hunt I did on Saturday, and it was all very dynamic. In my dream I heard a strange crash type noise, and immediately woke up.
My heart was racing. Was the sound something crashing into my house, or did I actually HEAR something in my dream?
The only times I recognize I've heard something in my dreams is when I've awoken and rather quickly placed the sound.
This was different. It was like the crashing of a large object against glass -- but our windows aren't that kind of glass and it was 1:40am!
I got up and looked out the back window and I could see a band of light that indicated our motion sensor light was on. It's over by our carport/shed.
MY NEW BIKE! I immediately figured someone was breaking into our shed to steal my bikes!
So, being the sober-minded woman of judgment I am, I woke up my husband. NOT. I went downstairs, grabbed a big flashlight (the kind cops use as a baton) and went out to check.
Of course, there wasn't a thing there and then I thought, what if there had been? I'm standing here in my pajama top, jeans, and fluffy slippers. What a threatening presence I am!
Today my husband did the walk-around and nothing. We can't figure it out. Interestingly, my son says he woke up in the middle of the night but doesn't remember a sound or reason.
I guess it's aliens. At least they're not aliens in search of bicycles!