Dream; Hold the Bear's Mouth Shut!
I had a dream that I was in an affair with W, and he was moving in with a friend of his named Paul. The place he was moving into was pretty swank and his wife was noooot happy. (Surprise?) That wasn't really any major point though. There was a very comfy bed.
At some point I am out on a snow covered and forested hill? There is a black bear (a rather large one, in comparison to most of the black bears you see, particularly in the southern US) chasing lil forest critters. They run to me to save them, hide in weird little burrows in the snow at the base of trees. Well, now I'm facing down this black bear. It's fur was downright luxurious. Maybe 2 inches long all around, and shiny. Like the way shampoo commercials make hair look. Obviously a very healthy bear. I defeat it...how? By holding it's mouth shut. (For some reason, this actually seems to be the solution to most wild animals/animal attacks in my dreams.) With me holding the bear's mouth shut, it is powerless. I am leading it around, knowing that if I let go for even a second, it is going to get me. I take it to the swank location mentioned.
W or some other guy, I don't recall... came over and said - "All you have to do..." he takes out a pocket knife and cuts into the bear's face, just about half an inch down the nose from the center corner of its right eye, "...and the poison will kill it." I feel bad. The bear makes a grunting noise and its eyes roll up in its head. The wound bleeds just a little bit, but mostly it releases this clear watery liquid.
...after that I woke up with my hand stinging (I scraped it pretty nastily while changing my car battery yesterday), with Stephen Lynch's "Talk to Me" stuck in my head.
At some point I am out on a snow covered and forested hill? There is a black bear (a rather large one, in comparison to most of the black bears you see, particularly in the southern US) chasing lil forest critters. They run to me to save them, hide in weird little burrows in the snow at the base of trees. Well, now I'm facing down this black bear. It's fur was downright luxurious. Maybe 2 inches long all around, and shiny. Like the way shampoo commercials make hair look. Obviously a very healthy bear. I defeat it...how? By holding it's mouth shut. (For some reason, this actually seems to be the solution to most wild animals/animal attacks in my dreams.) With me holding the bear's mouth shut, it is powerless. I am leading it around, knowing that if I let go for even a second, it is going to get me. I take it to the swank location mentioned.
W or some other guy, I don't recall... came over and said - "All you have to do..." he takes out a pocket knife and cuts into the bear's face, just about half an inch down the nose from the center corner of its right eye, "...and the poison will kill it." I feel bad. The bear makes a grunting noise and its eyes roll up in its head. The wound bleeds just a little bit, but mostly it releases this clear watery liquid.
...after that I woke up with my hand stinging (I scraped it pretty nastily while changing my car battery yesterday), with Stephen Lynch's "Talk to Me" stuck in my head.