We both had just started to watch this movie; Patch Adams, and this was this scene going on where the mentally ill roomie of Robbin Williams is being scared to death of what seemed to be imaginative squirrels. And in a matter of moments my peripheral vision caught something flying ahead, breaking into our room. Before my conscious mind could manipulate what it really was, my reflexes sparked and in a matter of a millisecond I was in the next room shaking and screaming "cockroach!!" .
My sister apparently braver than me, took the lead to kill this unruly creature which really was a cockroach, while I waited and prayed anxiously for the demise of that little ghost.
Only until I was confirmed that the creature is dead did I put my feet on the ground and entered the room.
But this cockroach free bliss was only short-lived. As I woke up in the morning with a strange ache in my head, I noticed I could recall most of the dream I'd dreamt last night. The poor creatures didn't leave me even in my dreams. How can one forget a purely co******* dream. Plenty of them here and there. I even saw some picking at my iPhone. It makes me reallize how not easy it is to get rid of this scary obsession which, though for others is a constant source of entertainment but if you are one of those poor fellows suffering from karata***** whatever it is the name for cockroach phobia, (I apologize for being so week at memorizing such names) it's indeed a matter of life and death for you. 