Bear Dream
My father, my sister, my cousin Steph and I, were all over my house for some reason. It was a crisp fall day, My Son was in the backyard playing.
Our house is nestled into some woods, and there isn’t anyone really behind us, just lots of woods. I had a few more pets than normal, that I didn’t recognize. Some of them looked foreign, like from Africa, so I couldn’t put a name to them.
I thought I was seeing things at first, but low and behold, behind our house, I see a very large, very mean Grizzly Bear. Who had just happened to take notice of the many critters my father and I raise here (Chickens, Geese, Ducks, Rabbits, etc). So he broke down the fence that lined our property to keep our animals in, and started going to town on -everything-.
In a vain attempt to save what we could and bring them into our shabby, poorly constructed house, a few of us went outside in hopes to rescue some of the poor creatures. We caught a few, some had already been severely injured and needed immediate medical attention. I myself was desperately trying to find one of my dads hunting rifles.
When I came back out I noticed my dad bleeding badly from one arm, so through a veil of horrific tears I run to him and drag him into the house, while trying to shoo the rest of the people in the house.
I shut both old wooden doors between the living room and the outside. And tell EVERYONE to be QUIET. 2 neighbors had came over and for some reason wouldn’t shut up. So by this time my temper is peaked and while still looking for some sort of weapon, I grab them both and tell them if they don’t shut up that they can go outside and talk to the bear personally. I then turned to my dad and while very heated, I pleaded to him about where the god damn hunting rifles were.
They were over my uncles of course…
So no gun, no way to get out, scared out of my wits and probably crying at this point.
I can see the bears head moving around on the back porch. If he decides to come through the door, we’re dead. After a while he eventually leaves, to the point where he’s out of site anyway, and I gingerly make my way onto the back porch. (as I’m typing this, just having the phone ring is making me jump out of my seat)
I notice he isn’t around, and I can’t find My Son anywhere. I do see a few small black bears also in the woods, I believe they were just cubs, and for some reason I try to lure them into my backyard, so that I can tie them to a tree. Probably in hopes that they’ll keep the grizzly occupied so we can get to one of the cars and get out.
While I’m tying the black bears to a tree, I start to hear the grizzly grunting, rather closely…and when I turn around, I notice he’s UNDER the backporch, chewing on a leash of some sort. So I sprint to the door, with the bear taking a few swings at my legs from under the porch, and I lock both the doors. The grizzly starts crawling out from under the porch, and attacking the black bears.
I’m start trying to herd everyone out the front door and into a car. One of the neighbors stops along the road and asks if we need help, and we just tell him to DRIVE. I think I eventually got everyone into the car and we sped off to a hotel while trying to call the police or SOMEONE.
All I can really remember after that is bawling my eyes out because I had no idea what happened to My Son, my dog.
Even though this was a dream, EVERYTHING was in such perfect detail. The yard, my house, the animals. And I seriously had to stand on the back porch this morning and just look out at the woods where I saw this stupid grizzly walking. And the thought of losing my dad………well……lets not go there.
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3 Responses to “Bear Dream”
October 7th, 2003 at 12:45 pm
Woah…that is so intense.
October 7th, 2003 at 10:43 pm
Wow. I seriously thought that was all real. And, I was hoping that you were okay. You scared me Crys
October 8th, 2003 at 3:25 am
lol sorry didn’t mean to. It was just so real to me.