I was up at 7:00 this morning. I don't have to work. I wanted to sleep in. Why am I up, then, you ask? Is my life destined to be full of strange events - do these things happen to other people too? Not that I mind them; I'm just wondering. I was happily dreaming this morning. I think it was a dream about teaching in a classroom, maybe? Then, intruding into my dream, I hear a loud knocking sound. A very deliberate knocking. Understand, there is no one else home with me this weekend. I sleep on the 2nd floor, so it's not the door downstairs, because I wouldn't hear that. And thankfully it didn't come from my bedroom door or I might have been quite freaked out, knowing I was alone in the house. So I tried to ignore the knocking and go back to sleep. Then I heard it again, very close to my head. It was coming from my window. So I got up and pulled up the shade warily. Standing on the roof was a grey bunnyhugged youth, rapping on my window. I opened the window and he asked me if Ashley was home. Wouldn't most people ring the doorbell? And the thing is, there is no Ashley living here and there hasn't been as far as I know. I told him there is no Ashley here and he asked how long I'd lived here, because he was sure this was the right house. Then he asked about Alex, who is one on my roommates, but I said she wasn't home. He said he had locked himself out of the house. In my sleep-confused state, I asked if he wanted to come in and use the phone. Which I realize now wasn't maybe the wisest idea. But he said no, that wouldn't work. And apologized for waking me and climbed down off the roof. I tried to go back to sleep, but no luck. So I am up and blogging.