At 4:30 a.m. this morning, I awoke in a panic from a dream in which a robot woman said something very clearly in my bedroom. I was just reassuring myself that it was just a dream when Scott, who was downstairs on the couch with a bout of insomnia, called out, "What was that? Did you hear that voice?"
I can't describe with what terror the panic came rushing back over me. Was there in fact a robot woman in my bedroom? Was she a robot, a ghost, or both? Was she a hallucination? - in which case she must be a mutual hallucination! Are Scott and I perhaps both insane?
Then Scott said he thought the voice had said, "Battery low." Aha! The smoke detector.
Whew!
But I still couldn't sleep for an hour afterwards...!
