I dreamt that I was on a business trip to a large city, which looked to me as either New York or London. Unusually, I stayed with some old friends rather than in a hotel. One morning I got up after my friends had already left for work. I went to the kitchen to make myself some tea. As I was looking through a shelf jammed with all sorts of little bags, some of which were already opened, I noticed that moths started flying out of a few of them. They were small but lively, and it seemed to me that they had just hatched. I remember thinking that I should leave a note about the moths for my friends when the little pests suddenly swarmed around the kitchen. Fluttering hither and thither, there were zillions of them. Most of them congregated under the kitchen lamp, which was turned on. Bewildered, I started slapping my hands together through the swarming moths. With each slap I caught thousands of them before squashing them together. Big balls of smashed insect bodies formed between my palms, and I was throwing one crumbling ball after another into the garbage bin next to me. The experience was both disgusting and enthralling. The oozing gook was sticking to my hands, but it was also a joy destroying the bitter enemies of my oriental carpets.