I can remember only two images from my dreams last night. I don't know if they they were connected in any way or whether they were two separate dreams. Here they are:
First Dream
I am walking outside in a forest with some friends. From behind the tree steps out a huge dark brown bear. He walks directly towards me, ignoring everyone else. I panic but think if I stay very still, "play dead", he will leave me alone. It takes every ounce of self-control not to flinch as he lumbers over me. He is suffocating me with his closeness, his musky fur filling my nose and mouth, his breath hot on my face. He is straddling me as he slowly makes his way, sniffing me out, until his massive chest is directly over my head and all I am aware of now is the deep, thunderous thumpa-thumpa of his heart, which just for an instant, I can almost see glowing through his fur. After a few seconds, he lumbers of , while my ears still reverberate with the beat of his heart.
I sob quietly with relief, respect and awe, because I know that I have been paid a visit by the ancient Albion God, Artor.
Second Dream
I am in an old house and there are many people there with me. It feels like we're using this old building as a way station, but somehow it's familiar to me. I know that there are stacks of books in the basement, and I am hoping that they can be rescued.
It begins to rain outside. None of us can sleep. I sense more than hear that something is very wrong in the basement. We all look at each other, and I know others have felt it too. Someone, a young man, goes to the basement door, and cautiously opens it and instantly we are all overwhelmed by the flood that has built up behind it. The water is right up to the top of the stairs, and is now of course washing all over the us.
All we can think of is the now irrevocable loss of books, knowing that we have missed our opportunity to save so much old knowledge.
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