October 2016: We spent a weekend this fall hiking in Bishop. The scenic
forested hikes and talk of possible wild animal sightings seem to have prompted
the following dream:
Dream: I
emerged from a rustic hotel, stepped outside into a sunny day and took several
steps into the parking lot as my eyeballs adjusted to the brightness of the
morning. Just then I spotted a momma bear 40 feet away. Luckily she wasn’t
interested in me, she was watching her bear cub, and it was getting dangerously
close to a pair of hotel patrons. I wanted to call out warning them to back
away, but I didn’t want to rile up momma bear with my wailing, so I turned to
return to the safety of my hotel room. But now I noticed two juvenile bears,
not exactly cubs, between me and the hotel room door. One bear was sitting on
the ground eating something and was, thankfully, ignoring me. Then there was
the second juvenile bear, this one was walking upright wearing pajama pants! It,
too, was ignoring me, walking away. Digesting the confusion of the pajama
bottom-wearing bear I took a few steps in the direction of the hotel’s door. I
turned back to check on momma bear’s status, am I going to make it to the
safety of the room? Sadly, no, she was upon me with a vicious snarling mouth. I
awakened while she was in mid-leap nearly upon me before her abuse could
commence.
November 2016: We spent a long weekend in Death Valley last
month hiking its interesting terrain in the absence of the peak summer heat.
When we travel I share a bed with my son. It was under these circumstances the
following dream transpired.
Dream: My
son and I were enjoying the afternoon walking on a sidewalk in a tree-shaded residential
neighborhood. A dog arrived on the scene, not vicious, but was vigorously
sniffing at my feet. So vigorous, in fact, was the dog’s snuffling that I had
to stop walking so as to avoid kicking the noble beast’s snout. I noticed then
that I wasn’t just stopped, my feet were effectively anchored to the sidewalk.
Were my feet frozen to the ground?
At this point I woke up to find that my slumbering son was lying
diagonally in bed and his feet had jammed my feet firmly into the tightly bound
bed sheets. My feet in real life, to match the dream, were actually immovable.
They were stuck between his feet and the tucked in bed sheets to such effect
that my dreaming self had to stop his own feet from moving. It was with much
chuckling I recounted this dream to the family during breakfast. By then my feet
had regained the ability to move.
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