I looked out my window last night and saw a huge black bear crossing the street headed to my property. I panicked. Do I call animal control? Next thing I know he’s licking blood off my deck, from my sister whom he had just consumed. Then it smashed through the slider and I am out of control yelling at Scooter and Skeeter to GET IT OUT OF HERE. I hide underneath a table in the corner. Then I wake up.
What does it all mean?