We were camping. On top of a little hill, overlooking a woodsy ravine. Our tent was surrounded by a few evergreen trees. The large bear in the ravine was pissed. Growling and roaring and thrashing about. We sat helplessly up on that hill just watching that pissed off bear. There didn't seem to be anything else we could do other than to hope it would just go away.
But it was loud. It was really angry. It felt to me that it was angry that we were there. Why wasn't it attacking, though? That's what I kept wondering. It could have easily climbed up to where we were. We were trapped. I was scared. Could we climb one of the trees? Then what??
It just kept thrashing about down below us, occasionally stopping to look up at us - eyes looking directly into mine as it huffed and puffed. It was me. I was the reason it was so pissed.
And then I realized that it wasn't going to come up. All this violent activity was just posturing, to try to make us go. To try to make me go. If it was going to come up and eat us, it would have done it a long time ago. Once I realized that, the bear calmed down. It gave me one last long deep look, then turned and walked away. Just like that.
Did we have an understanding now? What did I understand?
Relieved, I checked my phone messages. It was my friend Judy from high school. She wanted me to start working with her at Walgreens so that I could fill in for her when she wanted to take a day off.
Sure, why not?
Then I woke up.
Dreams. Do they ever make sense?