I had a dream last night that behind my house was a large acreage. It was nice, until the wolves and bears started showing up and causing havoc. We would go out on the deck, and then have to go back in a few minutes later so we didn't get eaten. I can't quite remember, but I think in the dream, a bear killed my kid. It may have been something else, but what ever it was caused a minor annoyance.

Dreams are stupid, if a bear really killed one of my sons it would not be a minor annoyance, it would cause major grief. Is the part of the mind that registers grief turned off when we sleep? I don't think that was the most stupid part of the dream, though.

When the bears showed up, I tried to drive them away with the power of my electric guitar. In the dream it worked, I played horribly (like normal) and loud and the bears went away. Then my amp broke and the bears came back. I tried to get my shotgun to shoot the bears, but there was a problem with that, too. Eventually the fire department saved us. The drove a firetruck into my back yard and started shooting the bears with paintball guns. It was really like something you'd see in a movie--the army crashes an armed transport through the fence, the soldiers hop out and start shooting the bad guys. It was just like that, only with a fire truck, firefighters with paintball guns and bears.

Firefighters and Bears would be a good name for a band.