The place was infested with roaches, despite my grandparents' attempt to retain immaculate cleanliness. The cockroaches were the small, turd-like kind, disgusting in comparison to those pretty yellow ones.
They crawled through everyone's flesh. The basements and hallways were dark in our attempted exodus.
The dream changed to a dreary, rainy night, and I was in a warehouse purchasing felt-tip pens. I looked into my date book to view my payment for them, and a Nardin student, who shall remain nameless, grasped it and began to rant about my lethargy. I remember her actually pronouncing "bip bip bip bip bip!"
I awoke the next morning and turned on the television. "Virtual Insanity" was on VH1, which I found puzzling, as it is a somewhat old video. Lo and behold, a brown cockroach makes a cameo appearence in the video!
Perhaps dreams DO possess the keys to the future...