A few nights ago I had a dream about a bear, which came into my room and jumped on my bed. In the dream, I covered my head with my blankets to protect myself and the bear left. Yesterday I happened upon a story of a bear rescued from a circus. Curiously, it looked like the golden brown bear in my dream. When he was rescued, he was taken to a bear sanctuary in Switzerland and allowed to be a bear and roam the mountainous area. Last night, I dreamed about this bear again. Once again, he jumped up on my bed and just looked at me. He was big. I felt that I needed to save myself, so I tried to pull the blankets over my head. But I couldn’t move. The bear continued to look at me. Finally, using all my strength, I was able to pull the blankets over my head, which woke me up. And there, under the blankets, I realized there was no way there could be a bear in my room. But this dream was so real I couldn’t go back to sleep. And it was the bear I had just read about and seen in a video, who sadly, as it turns out, died last year. But he had almost 3 years of freedom and was able to discover what it was like to be a bear, to swim in the pond, to forage for food, to hibernate, and to have other bears around him.