Over and over again, in a cyclical pattern, I have dreams about horrible
weather, seas crashing on to shores, giant tidal waves and the end of
all things. I suppose that this is somewhat normal as it is something we
all secretly fear and need to experience from time to time to enjoy
all that we have.
Most recently, I had a dream about a bear escaping on to the property
of camp iawah. In the dream, though, many folks and full time staff
called it 'a killer bear'.
Nowhere in the dream did I ever actually encounter the actual. I was
mostly filled with fear, running from building to building, and hearing
distant growling sounds.
Kinda Beowulf-esque, I suppose.
