I remember vividly a fragment of a dream I had last night. From the view of my bed I could see two cockroaches - spaced roughly one meter apart, perfectly still, on the floor of my room. I presumed they were dead, but couldn't be sure. This caused great anxiety as I knew I had to pick them up at some point to dispose of them. Shortly after this realisation, I felt a sudden jolt, something was moving in my sock. I suspected that it was another cockroach. Panicking, I crushed it immediately by wrapping my hand around my foot and applying pressure so it couldn't escape. As it moved I could feel its spiky legs vibrating against the sole of my foot, and its hard exterior slowly succumbing to the pressure of my hand. Eventually it stopped moving. Then I woke up, there was no way of knowing what the thing in my sock was.