A Wolf and a Bear...

I am just going to jot down what I remember of this strange dream I had last night so I can contemplate on the meaning and explore it over time.

I was returning home from a trip - I do not know from where - and was having a brief conversation with a man (but am not sure where we were. Maybe at the airport). I do not know who the man was or was supposed to be. Then it switched and I was walking down a road that appeared to be old as it was very narrow and bordered on each side with housing. It reminds me of roads I've seen in Irish and English villages but it was in the US. I've never been in a city in the US with roads that narrow, not even in the colonial section of Charleston. I was walking down this road with Sam but we weren't really talking (not unusual). What was unusual is that I had a long flute full of beer...shocking! lol  We were on our way 'home' and he was questioning me about my trip. Then, up ahead, I saw the man I had been talking to earlier on a balcony overhead with a woman and a man. He yelled down to me, "you aren't drinking, are you?" and I laughed and said, "well I have a beer but I've only taken a sip." There was shared laughter and then Sam said something to me (not sure what) and it irritated me and I dumped some of my beer on him.

It sort of moved forward again (or I'm not remembering) and we were still walking but through a park or a bit of forested area. I heard dogs howling and I said to Sam, "They haven't found the wolf have they?" He said no but I knew they were looking for the wolf.  We got to this place which was not our house but was supposed to be, only it was two stories and like a split apartment house. We lived upstairs. I went inside and the kids were there and so was Stef. I looked out this huge picture window and saw the wolf tied to a huge fir tree and was attached with a rope across to another tree where a brown bear was caught in the tree. It was obvious to me that they (whoever they were) were trying to help the brown bear by using the weight of the wolf, but they didn't have it set up properly to work. I made a few adjustments and down came the brown bear as the weight of the bear combined with the pull from the other tree and the wolf's weight somehow helped the other trees branch to snap off. The brown bear fell to the ground with part of a tree still tied to it. I cut the rope and pulled the wolf inside. He sat in front of me and I got a brush and began combing his fur, whispering and talking to him in a calm voice. I was a little worried  he may bite me but I pushed past the fear and kept brushing out his fur. Then I started petting him and stroking his fur, and I felt very loving and at peace but was worried they would find him.

It shifted a little again and Leah was there. I stopped brushing the wolf and was going to lie down and she was in  my bed. I said, get out of  my bed. She said "but I don't want to sleep on the floor." I said, "what happened to your bed?" Sam said, "I put it up."  So I got angry and said again, "get out of my bed. we will get your bed back out or you can go sleep in Darla's bed."  I went and checked in another room and sure enough, there was a bed for Darla but it was obvious we all knew she was dead. The bed was bare and the room clean. Stef was sharing a huge room with Gare and Dae had another room somewhere. I went to pull the blankets off Leah and she refused to get up but instead rolled around on my bed, making me very upset. Finally she got up and said "I don't want to hear any humping coming out of here." I told her she was disgusting and believe me, there wouldn't be any of that happening. Then I thought I heard Gare cry out and it was so real that I woke up and went and checked in real life. That is all I remember but the focus in my mind seems to be on the wolf and the bear. The wolf was being put in danger to help this bear, who just nonchalantly waddled off after being 'released'. It was so vivid.

I feel that my drinking beer when with Sam was a way to escape him. I am a bit perplexed about my sisters and why all 3 of them were there, even though Darla has been gone for 13 years this year. Perhaps because they were the one's I always tried to protect from my parents growing up and also the reason I have stayed so long putting up with my parents. So these things make sense to me.

The wolf I was very concerned about before even finding him tied in a tree, let alone tied to this big brown bear across quite some distance, maybe even a valley. When the bear fell to the ground (became grounded??) and then waddled off, I felt a sense of relief and yet some disgust that all the bear cared about was herself and getting what she needed. Then I immediately shifted focus to the wolf and helping him and soothing him.  Just a very odd dream. I think I will have to give it some time to think upon.

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