Thursday, June 17, 2010

and this is why I eschew camping

not sure why my fb status doesn't show up on blogger. not that I write anything earth-shattering as my status, but still ... if something is offered as an option, I will always say 'yes', as a matter of principle. in any case, today I will write my status out for you, like a segue:

Kristina Campbell dreamt she saw her first bear. It was huge. I was pathetic.

am I the only one who analyzes my dreams as they are happening? I can totally change it up, too, if I am so inclined.

in this dream, I was in a pretty open field. like at camp. I like camp. I do not like camp-ing. I never sleep when we go camping. ever. there is always someone right smack dab next to us who decides that drinking a 2-4 on their own is a good idea (because of course 'they' are never obnoxious when 'they' are drunk, everyone else is). oh, and they don't need a lick of sleep either. and they speak french. and i inevitably end up yelling at them around 4 a.m.
ask my family.

so, last night, as i am walking through this pretty open field (meaning the field was generally spacious, not attractive) I see a bear. big, light brown with dark brown accents and massive. I look around me, quickly, to plan my evasive manoeuver. I think how I should have had this worked out previously, just in case. I see some cabin-type buildings to my right, quite some distance off, with trees nicely interspersed. I like trees. I liked how they were randomly placed, like this was a real forest at one point.

I hadn't decided if the bear had seen me or not. I was hoping for not. mostly, I was overcome by the fact that I did not know what I was supposed to be doing in this scenario. if you know me at all, you understand that I have an innate need that drives me most of the time; a serious need to believe, in myself, that I am doing the 'right' thing at all times (unless, of course, I have purposely chosen to do the 'wrong' thing, usually out of spite). I was disturbed. I ran into a bathroom stall and stood on the seat.

just like I used to do in grade school when I didn't want to go outside for recess.



The dB family said...

Lol! I'm not sure I'd want to meet a bear, alone, in a field either, but I keep hoping that when we camp up north that we see one close enough to allow a photo op. I however, will NOT ask him for a model release. He'll just have to come find me later if he doesn't like his photo on the internet!

I think it could be Freud. Makes me wonder why I keep dreaming about houses...


Randy Small said...

you crack me up! so - what to do depends on whether it was a black bear or a grizzly bear... where were you dreaming? eastern or western Canada - this is very important! if it was a black bear, it was probably more scared of you than you were of it. if it was a grizzly bear - God help you. :)

SmallWorld at Home said...

I think you were brilliant to run into the bathroom stall.

Neal said...

or if you were in the Smokies, you stick your foot out for him to chew on!

Duct Tape Chronicles said...

Was he wearing tennis shoes?