She’s worse when she comes off her rocker.
This was a corker.
I was in a house, no house in particular, and I had just finished a big job of tidying up a room that had looked like a cyclone hit it. I closed the door behind me, and had only taken a few steps down the hall when there was a horrific crash and clatter from the room I’d just cleaned up.
Oh, fie! Had the shelves fallen over? What happened?
I went back to see. I stepped into the room. Everything was a mess again, strewn all over the floor, furniture knocked over, all my work undone.
Then I hear a subtle creak, creak, creak… It’s a rocking chair: hadn’t noticed it before. And it’s occupied by Mother Bates from Psycho, and she has just stirred to get up from the chair–
Of course I woke up then! And mighty glad to do it, too.
P.S.–Y’know what? I think it’s reading the nooze every day that’s giving me bad dreams and a lingering sense of dread.