Talking with the Devil in my dreams?

*I don't normally make a formal recording of my dreams, but when a dream causes me to wake with my heart pounding and leaves me entirely uneasy I think maybe it would be a good idea to write it down in attempt to do a little dream analysis.

My boyfriend and I were watching a movie in a theater (it was a small theater, old and intimate versus a regular commercial movie theater). The rustic reclining seats were red and next to the arm rests were little tables with lamps to set your drinks on. Once the movie was over we left, but I soon remembered that I forgot something by my seat, under the table.
We go back to get it and there is an old woman hunched over one of the other seats, cleaning.
Brandon and I are joking around, she is simply observing.
I somehow know that she would be able to provide me valuable insight on our relationship so I wanted to stay and ask her what she thought. She said that she would answer any three questions that I may have (even though I do not recall ever hearing her speak) so I started to think of questions that I wanted answers to...
I come up with two rather personal questions (questions which I really want answered in real life but am too afraid to ask).
A third, a third... I need a third...
While I am contemplating Brandon wants to leave. He heads to the door, turns back and asks me "What, you want to talk with the devil??"
I glance over at the old woman. She looked innocent and sweet with her handkerchief over her gray hair; her hunched back; her wrinkled skin. Her dress was white but with all the red and yellow little flowers that were printed onto the fabric it seemed very colorful, but muted. Almost as if it had seen better days before the washing machine got its hands upon it. The white apron that was tied around her waist was clean and pristine. She had just got on shift apparently.
This woman? SHE was the devil?
No, I'll be OK.
"I'll just be a minute" I say
And he was gone.
As I turn to face the old woman she looked up at me with a genuinely evil grin on her face. This is when she changes shape and I realize that he was right.
The scene became chaotic. I tried to scream his name but my voice was but a silent whisper. As she made her way over to me I woke up in a panic...

I can still the look she gave me when I close my eyes.