I had a dream that a bear was trying to get into the house, clawing down the front door, got its bearish arms through the mail slot, and was flailing madly hither and yon. (We don’t have a mail slot.) It got ahold of the cat, and James leapt to the rescue, beating up the bear and getting clawed rather badly. Then two bleached-blond female rangers appeared and shot the bear in the head.

Then, still in my dream, I went to go blog about this, because hell, this was an event and I was really proud of James.

My subconscious may be on to me.