There was a cockroach in my dream. Big as a shoe crawling around all slow the way cockroaches do before you try to kill them. As I looked at the cockroach more carefully I could see it was part frog and I believe in my dream someone called it a frog cockroach.
The dream was stressful. I was unsure whether I should kill it just for existing. If I did, how would I kill it?
I woke up. My throat was parched from the dream.
I was about to walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water, but I stopped myself. There might be a cockroach in there.
So I went into the bathroom and drank out of the sink.