Dreamt that a centipede crawled into my shirt and started biting me.

I whacked it nicely, bisecting it right down the middle, but each segment grew into a full centipede.

That was pretty freaky, so I whacked a bit more. Of course, as you've already figured out, the more whacking I did, the more centipedes there were crawling around inside of my shirt.

The end result was a scene which would have made the cockroach munching on Fear Factor look like a walk in the park.

Blah. I probably shouldn't have written about it.

Sorry about the mess, everyone - Please, go back to eating (or whatever it is that you were doing (probably barfing now)).