I don't remember dreams very often, so when I do, I often take note of them or try to read into the meaning of it.
In this one, I was taken hostage by a bear who could walk and talk. He brought me to his cabin and chained me up to a post. His bear-wife came to feed me while he was gone. But, I had somehow freed my bonds and found some sort of weapon. So I killed the bear's wife and ripped the top off of their dining table and ran outside to the lake. I saw my Canadian friend Nathan inexplicably surfing on a snowboard on the lake. I jumped on my tabletop raft and floated away. As I was leaving, the bear ran to the shore, seemingly not knowing about his wife's demise and said, "God blessssss!"
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