Curiouser and curiouser

I seriously regret reading American Psycho last year (or whenever it was). Last night I had another nightmare about a woman being tortured to death.
But the strangest part was how I woke up. I could've sworn someone grabbed my leg and shook it gently to wake me up, so carefully that at first I didn't bother opening my eyes because I was so sure I'd been screaming in my sleep and it was my Mom who'd come into the room to wake me up. But when I finally did open my eyes, still aware of the warmth of the hand shaking me awake, there was no one there!

On a totally different note, I really gotta pee! But my sister's taking a bath, and we only have one bathroom. Grr...