A murderer had been executed, and his body left in my bedroom in a kind of , and his body left in my bedroom in a kind of garment bag made of brown paper. I was able to examine the body briefly, but although the face was dead, the limbs and torso jerked about, so we quickly covered the body again and left.
Later, on my return, the bag containing the body had been moved from the bed to a place near the wall. I was shocked to see
A huge swarm of ants on one side of the body
and on the other, a mass of enormous cockroaches clambering over each other.
I sprayed the insects with fly spray, and they ran across my bed, dying on the crumpled sheets. My psychiatrist came into the room, and I begged him to get the insect carcasses off my bed.
I felt sick.
I knew that I had to get the body out of the room.
My dream ended.