Rozollo

This is a lot to remember, so it will be fuzzy.

The dream was similar to Groundhog Day, where I kept dying and restarting. Somehow, a bear was in my neighborhood, and it didn't like me. The first few times I just called animal control, who would take it away while it stared me down.

For some reason, they didn't come, and when I stepped outside, I was attacked by a large black bear. The bear was in full "I am going to kill you and use your corpse to entertain my cubs" mode. I run inside, and the god damn bear punches through the fucking door. My wife runs in with a shotgun. I wait until he breaks open the second, stronger door and aim. The bear grabs the shotgun and starts attacking it. Somehow, it goes off, shooting her, who is relatively fine with this but leaves me to fend off the raging bear. I fall to the ground in this exchange, and then, I feel the barrel on my shoulder. I hear a boom and what feels like a jagged rock jammed into my body. Whoever said you won't experience pain in dreams is a liar.

The dream restarts. I should note here that every restart has only me remembering these previous encounters. I call animal control the second I restart. While waiting for animal control, I see people playing with the fucking bear, who is my nemesis at this point. Then, I see some guy who does street break dancing walking to the side of my house, where I am standing by the window. Confused, I wait, and then, I see he is leading a pack of kids with the god damn bear. The bear is docile and fun until he sees me, at which point he goes into a rage and kills most people in the group to get to me.

I am running now, expecting an angry bear neck bite. I run into a museum or something. I see a large ledge that is opposite the museum entrance while the bear is chasing me. Carefully, I get down without hurting myself, but the god damn bear flings itself over.

With the bear frozen in mid-air, a video clip plays, like from Rocky Horror Picture Show, explaining how falls impact different things. Basically, the bear should be dead. It didn't believe that, and I flee trying to get out of the museum so the police or something can kill it.

In my escape, I wind up at a party in the museum because the building is massive. A guy who looked like Dave Foley gets a note that says "bear in bank." He immediately disperses the party. Panic in the museum erupts as the bear charges out of an area close to us with a body in its mouth at me.

There is a melee between the bear and I, so I can say, dreamwise, I wrestled a bear once, and I know I am about to die. I get an advantage, and like Simba fighting Scar, I flip him off the ledge from before, which is close to us. He stands up, completely on his hind legs, and just stares at me, with broken bones protruding from his skin.

I run, open a door, and I am on a field trip to Disney with my friends and family to a secret Disney science museum. The museum is pretty cool with moving side walks and screens explaining exhibit. If you face the screen, it will be the only sound you hear. There is a booth to get trophies if you saw X things. It's pretty interactive.

I rush through it because I am extremely paranoid, knowing the god damn bear lurking. The dream ends with my wife telling me next is the zoo with this really sad story about a bear who was attacked by some guy. I turn around and ask "Was it a black bear?" as my alarm clock (Machine Head's Locust) blares.

Also, my other alarm tone is Rick Ross' Hustlin', and I have 7 alarms that alternate between the two songs. So, sometimes I'd have that song leaking into the dream.