when i was a little kid for some reason i woke up in the middle of the night. i began to get out of bed, maybe to go to the bathroom, so i bring myself to an upright position and find myself staring at the dark silhouette of a woman going through my bookcase. I sit entranced for a while, because for some reason the whole situation didn't feel weird, maybe I was half asleep. But then she turns her head and looks straight at me, which pulls me out of my stupor. She senses this and puts her finger to her mouth as if to say "shh." And so I nod my head, lie back down and pull the cover over my head. Eventually I fall back asleep

The weird thing I remember is not really being scared at all. Once she looked at me it was just sort of oh shit, this is what I need to do right now. Fear is not an emotion I remember.

Anyway I checked the bookcase the next day, nothing was out of place, everything was still there, nothing in the house was taken. Interesting.