Room 101 (nightmares and such)

Those of you familiar with Orson Well's 1984 recognize the reference to ROOM 101. Citizens who offend Big Brother are labeled double-plus un-good and serve a sentence in the dreaded room. The room houses their greatest fear and there is no escape. If a felon claims to have no fears, the Ministry of Justice(?) impose their fears upon you. It’s been a while since I read it and I lost the cliff notes but you get the general idea. Room 101 is Purgatory.

I had a dream last night where my fear of insects, specifically bees and the like, sequentially manifested itself into a nightmare. Here goes.

A mosquito falls into my cup of coffee. I pay no attention to it, so I swallowed it. The scenario starts again; new full cup of coffee but this time a beetle falls into the cup. I scoop him out, toss him on the floor and stomp on him. Reset: Roach in coffee. This one was tricky. I scoop the roach out into a clean cup without using my hands. I fill the cup with water, cover the top with a saucer, run to the bathroom, dump the roach in the toilet and flush him down. Reset: Yellow Jacket in coffee. I hesitate. The bee seems to be enjoying a nice swim. I do nothing for several minutes. The bee flips himself over. I gasp. He then flies out on his own. I swear my heart stopped for an instant, but I never see him again. Reset: Hornet in coffee. I immediately walk away and take a seat in the living room never returning to the kitchen. "I don't need the coffee after all," I fool myself. Then from the living room some other tale begins. That's all folks!