Very strange dreams this morning... something about being at my friends house on Kirby Ave that I had lived at for a summer. Kristin's grandmother made a brief appearance, and recommended a book off the shelf- the Bible actually. For some reason her name was Sylvia in my dream, and I had to go up to the third floor to get her, but I could only knock once, that was all that was allowed. Weird- her name's not Sylvia, and the third floor was different in the house I knew. For some reason, this house shows up in my dreams in the same fashion repeatedly- the downstairs and second floor is always how I remember it, but the third floor, which is where I stayed for a summer, is always different- but thats primarily where the action is taking place. Strange.