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This is another “weird dream” entry…
Last night I dreamt I was at my grandparents’ old house with about four random people… I didn’t recognize any of them. We were outside, when all of the sudden two bears started attacking us. Everyone ran into the house except for one boy who hid in a car. Unfortunately, one of the bears apparently knew how to open the door, and the poor boy did not meet his end peacefully.
Later after the bears had gone and as the other random people began burying the boy, a kid who was in a youth group I used to work with showed up, and it turns out the boy was his brother (he doesn’t have a younger brother in real life). And he starts blaming me for what happened! Like I could have fought off the bears or something. Sheesh!