Ugh, ugh, ugh

Jen is talking about dreams and Suzan is talking about bugs which is creepy because last night I had a dream about bugs.

I was in the apartment I lived in during my sophomore year of college with my skeevy (then)boyfriend. The apartment was empty, no furniture, no refridgerator and all over the floor and walls were thousands of cockroaches. Big ones. And for some reason during the dream I went from wearing boots, to wearing sneakers, to wearing sandals, to being barefoot -- all without my intervention. And while I was freaking out in the dream, my sleeping self was really quite okay with it all. I knew it was a dream. And yet, I can't watch movies with bugs in them (one major reason the second Indiana Jones flick never got watched more than once.) So why wasn't I terribly bothered by this dream? And why dream it in the first place?

I have a theory about the reason for the dream which I will blog about later, once I've sat on it for a while.