Then the other person got up and left the table abruptly, leaving his pen rocking on the table.
It kept getting louder and louder.
I got annoyed and told the other person to pick up the pen, but it just kept getting louder.
I woke up.
And realized that the mousetrap under my bathroom sink had finally caught something which was wildly fighting for its life, flopping around in the trap.
Why can't I be awoken from my dreams by a dog licking my face like on TV?
PS, got home and my landlady says "I couldn't find the mouse, our son must have gotten it already." 5 minutes later, her husband comes downstairs and says, "Our son did not get the mouse, so fingers crossed its still there!"
It was. Phew!