Bears

So I’ve always been interested in dreams, especially since I often remember mine.  Maybe they’re not interesting to anyone else, but I like to write them down for my own benefit.

Last night I dreamed that we were on vacation in a cottage in woods, far from any civilization.  However, the “cottage” looked on the outside very much like our coffee table, rectangular with bulging sides, made of heavy wood.  There were lots of windows in it though.  We were unpacking, and I took a break to walk out in the meadow in front of the cottage.  However, as I was walking halfway across the field I suddenly realized there was a mama bear not very far from me.  I tried not to panic and edged away, trying to walk calmly back to the house.  I made it to the house, but a baby bear tried to charge in.  Luckily, I turned on the laser bars that went across the front entrance, and the baby bear bounced off of them, back into the field.

Once inside, I told everyone to start locking windows and shutting doors.  An older lady decided to go out the back door to get some fresh sunshine.  I told her that there were bears outside, but she didn’t seem very concerned.  As I called out to her, I saw that the mama bear was right there, but the older lady just slapped her on the rump.  I went back inside muttering about crazy people not being afraid of bears and didn’t she know how badly a bear could maul you?  And I thought, “Well, it won’t be much of a peaceful vacation if I can’t go outside because of all the friggin’ bears.”

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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