I just woke up from a dream in which I was walking down the street and saw two bears fighting each other. I couldn’t believe my eyes so I asked a neighbor (this was somewhere in Alberta) who had just gotten out of his helicopter with his son if those were really two bears…fighting each other. He said “yes.” I said “shouldn’t we get inside or something?” and he again said “yes.” As soon as we started running away, though, the bears started chasing us – and we couldn’t reach his house in time so I climbed up on his shed (or garage) – the rest of his family were trying to climb up too but weren’t having as much luck and they may have been being mauled or eaten. I decided that this was all a dream and that if only I could force myself to wake up…well, I’d like that better. In my dream I woke up and was talking to Marlo but as soon as I realized again that I was dreaming I was right back with the bears. So I realized I couldn’t force myself to wake up – but I hit upon the idea of ending the dream by bringing about ragnarok. So the ground opened up and lava shot out, and I threw myself into the rift and watched as the ground swallowed me up and I was disintegrated by the magma.
Dead in the dream, I woke up alive.
Just goes to show I’d rather jump into a pool of lava than be mauled by a bear.