I have a memory that I am not sure if it is a memory or a dream.  From the content of it though, it has to be a dream.  It was at my parents' first house.  I woke up and noticed that I didn't have my blanket with me.  I walked down to the basement to get it.  My parents had this tall picture of Charlie Chaplain down there.  When I went down there, I either heard the picture talking or it moved or something.  I was frightened and ran back upstairs.  Weird memory.