The other night was really odd for me, as I went out to put the garbage out and there was the sound of a plane flying overhead, but it didn't change pitch or volume for the entire time I was out there. Freaked the pants off me, hence the story. Luke is totally me, well, apart from the whole killing himself thing. I hear a noise and immediately assume the worst. Its awful and it can make sleeping a pain in the ass, but hey, you get used to it.