Dreamt that I'd inherited a gigantic, falling-apart house, like the 100 room sort. Fashion model April Mayai was the only other person living there, she'd rented a room and we were standing in the driveway. She was complaining that with just the two of us living there, the heat was outrageous. I agreed and said we needed to get more tenants. We walked inside through the kitchen and she suddenly turned around with this look of horror on her face. I took a step forward into a column of cold and realized that she'd walked through and I was now standing ... inside a ghost.
I woke up with a start and Roswell was sitting on my chest trying to squeeze the life out of me.