What’s with the Bears?
I seem to dream about bears a lot, and not always in a good way. Actually never in a good way. I think I have a distinct fear of dying from being mauled by a bear.
This one was a little weird, I should have written about it when I first woke up but didn’t. Essentially I was somewhere I don’t recognize, and somehow discovered that there was a rabid bear on the loose. Not far from where people were gathering for a festival. And not just any festival, but a festival where they would be lighting firecrackers and making a lot of noise. Half of them knew about the rabid bear but didn’t really care.
I had to somehow figure out a way to trap the bear and save these people. And I searched for days and couldn’t find him. I mostly stayed hunkered in a tree of some sort, for fear of running across him “by accident.”
I think it took me about a week to find him, and when I eventually did, he was looking rough. Foaming from the mouth, constantly shaking his head, snarling, drooling, etc. He was heading towards where the festival was happening that day, and I tracked him for a bit before I decided to veer off to the left and find a tree to position myself in. I figure if I shot at him from behind and didn’t kill him, he’d just run towards the festival faster, so I had to try and change his direction.
I don’t know why I was using a bow an arrow (traditional, not compound) but I was. And I shot, and it hit his shoulder, but he didn’t fall. He did start running though, luckily not towards the festival. I jumped down and started to track him, which was easier now due to the blood. And I wasn’t in that much of a hurry to catch up close to him.
And then I think I woke up.
I had another dream about a bear in my living room and me trying to keep My Son in his kennel so the bear wouldn’t kill him (yet the bear was nice to me), but that was a short lived dream.
And then there was another one about riding this 3-wheeled vehicular contraption that could shrink enough to fit through piping (harry potter style), but that was short lived too. And somehow was in my cousin Jon’s house and I was being chased by spanish people.
Eh..
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