Stuntman And Lover Of Cheese

by Dan Bostonweeks

Dreams of Corpus and Ursidae, Again

So, recurring dreams. Strange stuff. As it is I don’t remember too many of my dreams. However I have some of the same dreams several times and themes are definitely repeating. One of the major ones is, um, dead bodies (or parts thereof) and bears. The bears are never causing the death and they don’t mess with the bodies. Last night was a new dream for me. Everywhere I went there were arms (both left and right) from the elbow up sticking out of the ground. I could recognize some of the arms via jewelry, watches, or tattoos but I have no idea why they were there. None of them moved and they were obviously dead. As I walked along I came across a bear. He told me his name was Shamus (the first time a bear has spoken in a dream) and offered me a ride. We rode for a while and then watched the sun set from the hills over the East Bay. Thats when I woke up. I have no explanations for any of it, but one friend told me that bears are supposed to mean strength. That’s a little comforting I guess. At least I’m not afraid of the bodies and the bears are always peaceful or non-threatening.