Dream

Posted on February 4, 2009 in Dreams

I’m painting the grass with spar varnish using a broad brush. My mother is helping me. We move along a brush-width at a time. I check my work and find that while I have made every row, there are leaves and pieces of garbage up ahead. A crowd of people arrive. Someone brings a bear. I climb a high wooden fence in response to a neighbor’s call. His bear jumps over the fence and embraces me. I think I am going to die, but the bear proves to be declawed. It goes to wrestle with the first bear. I yell at the oaf who released it on me, but he just laughs. As I climb down the ladder, more neighbors arrive. One of them leads a whole pack of Boston Terriers, not in the usual colors, but in the orange, brown, black, and white hues common to cats.