So I went to bed early as usual, still feeling crappy. Read for a while, then lights out. Along about 10PM I was awakened (awoken?) by a loud crash, pulled out of a very vivid, strange dream. Something in the house certainly fell, but as I rushed from room to room, I couldn't find anything out of place. I had a wild, split-second thought that maybe lightning had hit the house, because there had been thunder as I was heading to bed, and wondered if the house was on fire. Yeah, when you are in a panic state, fight or flight, you think all sorts of things. Anyway, I went downstairs, nothing. Heard my next door neighbour and thought, well, maybe it was something over in her house, though it really didn't sound like it was that far away. Went back upstairs for another look around and finally saw that the closet rod I had put up in the guest room had given way on one side, with the rod, hangers, hanging canvas shelf and some clothes crashing down. Pulled the rod bracket right off the...