Last night I had a disturbing dream.
It was really really short. There was an old woman sitting in front of me. She was sat slightly forward, and had a reasonably fierce expression on her face. She was tapping the fingers of her left hand on the wooden arm of her chair, which made a strong staccato sound. ~tap tap tap tap tap~. ~tap tap tap tap tap~. She was impatiently waiting for me to do something. Over the top of the tapping of her fingers, there was a beeping sound, which woke me up. After about 30 seconds of wakefulness, I realised it was the phone downstairs, which was running out of batteries, off its cradle.
I've dreamed about her before, which is odd, eh? Last time she was dressed in black robes inviting me to join her circle of initiates.
Ok, so it sounds rubbish. But it was bloody disturbing at the time.