oh shit, bears. we’re walking on a path back to the campsite when we see bears through the trees. lots of bears. we decide to turn around when they start advancing menacingly on us. fortunately I have a cardboard tube and am able to keep them back with that and lots of yelling. we get back to safety, which is in the form of a picnic area. we try to go another way, by a lake, but it’s filled with SWIMMING BEARS, oh shit.
I remember another part of the dream, which involved me operating a large back-hoe in the middle of a forest clearing, and my friend kevin (doyle) in a hazmat suit outside, taking readings of something. I realized that the forest was infested with bears, and inform kevin that if they make their presence known he is to jump on the back of the excavator and I’ll fight them off, Ripley/Alien style. I am so psyched about fighting bears with a back-hoe.