Roaches, Bro

So Chris came in last night. We walked downtown, and talked, and ate and whatnot. Plenty of time in the next few weeks that he is here for us to get bored with each other. Anyway, he incorporated himself into a dream I had this morning. I guess his visit has stressed me out more than I would have liked to admit. In the dream he woke me up by shaking me and showing me a white paper bag in his hand. Apparently a giant cockroach had woke him up and he captured it in the bag, but then didn't know what to do with it. You'd think: kill it, squash it, destroy it, wipe it out of existence. But not Chris, or at least Dream Chris. He is a goddamned hippy, and wouldn't hurt a cockroach. As I was only half awake and not responding adequately, he felt to drive his point home he would show me the cockroach. He did this by tipping the opening of the bag to my face, only inches away. I'm not kidding you, this beast was at least five inches long and quickly approaching my nose. I freaked out, twitching everywhere, and the roach went scrambling across the room, squeezed in some crack. Chris, looked nonchalant about the bug getting away; at least it wasn't murdered by his immoral brother. I woke up then, not from insect fears, but from brotherly anger. When I told him about the dream, I wanted to specify the moral: Kill those dirty bastards. I'm not sure he understood the importance of this, however. We will see in the coming days.