I was at my parents house, helping my sister Joanna with some sort of project.  It was half a large cage, and half some sort of miniature house.  I didn’t really understand what I was doing, and Joanna refused to completely explain it to me.  All I knew for sure was that she needed my help in getting it done before my parents got home from wherever they were.

Unfortunately we were able to accomplish that.  My parents pulled up in my old van, and it was revealed what exactly it was I was helping to set up.  It was enclosure for a pet bear.  I was aware of these new pet bears that had just hit the market, genetically engineered to stay small like babies and dependent on their keepers.  Naturally, they were very expensive.  I proceeded to freak out on my parents for once again spending their money in an excessively frivolent fashion.  Despite my tirade, the bear decided that of everybody, it liked me best.  The thing with these bears was once they decided on their mama, that was it.  You had to take care of them.  So the baby bear became mine.  I brought it back home with me, and of course Tom’s father flipped out on me for bringing a bear into the house.  But there was no getting around it, the bear was now mine.  It spent most of the rest of my dream hugging onto my tummy inside my old black hoodie, and I spent most of my time protecting it from the situations I found myself in, which involved explosions but I can remember nothing else of.