Paul S Posted March 27, 2006 Report Share Posted March 27, 2006 Sometime last week I had a nightmare about a certain evil sibling. (The othyr syde in the rift in my family after Mom's death.)It went something like this: My Mom was still alive, but apparently knew she was not for long. She started disbursing some items from the house to me and my siblings and her grandkids. Someone had seen a teddy bear (yes, a teddy bear, specifically "Smokey the Bear") that was mine as a kid. I didn't pay close attention to it and said "Just toss it in the box." I had a box of misc items to take away. After a fashion I became curious as to some commotion in another room. My evil sibling was playing with (showing off as a trophy) a certain stuffed animal. It was my bear, I think. (OK. This may not sound like much of a mightmare so far, but it gets better. Well, you know. )I went back to the box of misc items and couldn't really see the bear in there. It was somehow obscured, as if in a fog. I went back to the other room where the commotion was and demanded to see the bear. The evil sibling refused. Kept hiding it and tormenting me with taunts about what plans were being concocted for Smokey.I went back to the box, and was able to see the bear there more clearly. Finally some clarity as to what I saw there versus what was going to be tortured in the other room! It wasn't my Smokey after all, like I had thought!!! It was some sick and twisted Satanic makeover of Smokey the Bear, with black duct tape for a nose and metal spikes for arms and ...ewwww. (OK, this dream was about 4-5 days ago, and it seemed really bad then. I did wake up screaming and sweating. Maybe any humor is just a defusing of the horror.)Anyway, I stormed back into the other room and confronted the sibling."Gimme the Bear!!! That bear in there is NOT my bear!!! Where is the real Smokey!!!!????? When did you do the switch???""Never!!! HAWHAW!!! The bear is mine!!! You can't have it and I'm gonna do really hideous things to it!!! Just because I hate you!!!!""No!!!! GIVE ME THE BEAR!!!!" I tried to wrestle it out of the siblings hands but was seemingly prevented from doing so by an unknown force. The Bear was now very much my beloved, from childhood, Smokey the Bear. I had no ability. The sibling rejoiced in the apparent victory.In full fury I started screaming (and this is where I woke up):"YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS, YOU *****!!!! YOU JUST LOVE THIS CONTROL DON'T YOU!?!?!?!?!?!" I threw in a few expletives and then awakened.This dream has some roots in reality. After Mom died said evil sibling and daughter were rummaging around Mom's bedroom. My niece found my old Smokey the Bear, complete with plastic Ranger Hat. I lunged after it hungrily, as if she was giving me a supermodel to play with. After all, I hadn't seen Smokey in maybe 30+ years. He's now perched on top of the bookshelf where my grief and bereavement books, and AA library, is kept. He's hugging a smaller bear that I picked up at a grief support group. (When you attend this grief support group for the first time, you are entitled to take a stuffed animal home. I didn't really want to, being a guy, but everyone else was, and...OK, I didn't want to be different! It was peer pressure!! Really!! )I do hope the apparent injection of humor didn't spoil this telling. (Humor? What humor? He was funny???) The nightmare DID happen, essentially as I related it. It just seems a bit ridiculous upon reflection. I mean, c'mon, a nightmare about a stuffed animal?Anyway, Maylissa made me tell it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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