Yuck.

[liveinthelayers]

I dreamed that I was doing something crafty (or witchcrafty) and I needed oil. I somehow knew that when cockroaches rub together, they secrete a milk. So I got my handy box o'roaches and shook it up, hoping to skim the milk off the top. Instead, the milk came out of me--it secreted out my back.

I woke up and I could still feel it.

If you can interpret this for me I will give you... something better than a box of roaches.