Dream 1
It was morning. I lay on my bed. I saw few roaches running around my room. I was disgusted and worried. But then I saw a big bug which now seems more like a scorpion than a roach. The "roach" was about the size of half my forearm. I thought, I'll have to smash this one. I can't let it run around my room.
The bug crawled up the door of my closet (at the foot of my bed). It was colored like the shed shell of a cicada rusted or tainted with a meaty residue. It jumped at my face. I think I got out of the way. I looked down to see it running across my pillow.
Dream 2
I was in the backseat of an old-style car. It was day. The seat was like a black or dark-painted wooden bench. The interior of the car was very dark. But the backseat felt very spacious. In the driver's seat was a man, shaggy blonde with a heavy mustache.
In the front passenger seat was someone indiscernible (now). There was a "radio" like an intercom (or a Pignose amp) "strapped" in the dash-front (where the radio would usually be) in a metallic suspender like a removable cup-holder. The radio was white plastic.
The device was having awful reception problems.
I realized that in the man's childhood or young adulthood there were no radios in the car. This was how people had music in their cars -- these strapped-in radios. The man now also spoke about how there was no heat in the cars in the 1970s (?).
I had been about to lay down and sleep a while. But I sat up. I thought, You have to be able to bear this. This is only one trip in a car like this. When this man was my age he ahd to make trips like this all the time. And no heat in the car, even when it was winter.
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