Last night I only remember part of one dream which took place at a fictional version of my parent’s house in the day, and a man was at our house trying to sell something.
The man was talking with my brothers D&D mostly, and I was in another room of the house.
At some point I went into the room to see what the man was talking about, and I remember the man & my brothers D&D making fun of me; but they were only joking, and I think that they were making fun of some of the music that I listen to or something.
I stopped to talk with them but I can not remember what we talked about, and I just remember the man leaving at some point; and my brothers D&D told me that they had seen a black bear in our neighborhood, which did not make sense to me, since I never seen a black bear around the area my whole life.
Next, I remember walking outside near my aunt JE’s house for some reason, and as I was walking toward my grandfather’s house, I saw a medium-sized black bear sleeping.
I was shocked and I tried to sneak past it, but the bear woke up and it saw me, and so I was about to run; but I decided to grab two sticks instead, and I was going to face it.
I stood there with a stick in both hands trying to act brave and I tried to make myself look bigger than I really was, and I tried to make sounds to scare the bear.
The bear growled / roared and it walked toward me, so my plan was not working, and then it tried to attack me; and so I started to hit it with my two sticks, but one of the sticks broke.
My plan was not working, but the bear was a bit stunned at first; and then it growled/roared at me.
I then got afraid again, I threw the sticks to the ground, and then I started to run to my grandfather’s yards as the bear chased me.
I closed my grandfather’s gate right before the bear almost got me, which made the bear stopped & he growled/roared, and then I ran into my grandfather’s house and I closed the door.
My grandfather was sitting on his coach and I asked him where was his old shotgun, and he then asked me what was wrong.
I told him that a black bear was chasing me and I told him what had happened, but then my grandfather started to laugh like he thought that the situation was funny; I was surprised at first, but then I started to laugh too, because the situation was a bit funny when I stopped to think about it.
The part where I threw down the sticks and I ran, was pretty funny. 😀
I then got serious again, and I asked my grandfather did he still have his old shotgun and/or did he have any pepper spray?
But then I woke up,
-John Jr 🙂
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