I'm trapped in a Hollywood movie about a mother bear who is an anthropologist. She's highly respected among all the larger species of people here in the West--bears, humans, otters, wolves, deer, horses, hawks, and ravens.

Her adult daughter is very close to her--maybe too close. When life claws her hard, she comes over and mopes--padding around her mother's house in panties and a bathrobe all day, shedding fur and lapping beer and watching those talkshows on bears who love too much.

One day, one of those bad days, Bear Girl's ex-lover visits--a tall, gray-furred, refined sort, with a long snout and a bit too much education. He was her professor, but he didn't let that stop him.

He obviously hopes to hook up with her again, but though she's still a bit in love with him, she knows she shouldn't, and she knows why.

"I just might have taken you back, if my mother wasn't here as a biiiig brown reminder that you slept with her, too..."

There's a bite to her voice which he certainly deserves. Teachers should dazzle their students into learning, not into bed. And then mate with her mom? I'm amazed she's not swiping at that oh-so-sensitive coyote nose.

But she holds back. The only thing she claws him with is the truth. For her mom silently warned her, via Bear Telepathy:

"Don't do it. Don't be nasty--it hurts you too. No matter how low they go... Just choose your own path, high or low, yes or no. Decide without clawing them!"

Smart mom. I wouldn't have caught it, that cost to Bear Girl. For her anger felt right to me--her lover slept with her mom! What a cheat! But her mom is right too, and deeper: be nasty, and it'll come back to you.

Just be clear who you want and who you don't. No anger, no guilt--give the bad ones nothing to grab onto.

Keep your claws empty and free, to snag a good fish as he or she swims by.

Salmon love!

NEXT EVENING

I'm watching TV with my sister. An ad comes on for some show called Hardcastle and McCormick. Funny, it doesn't show H&M much... instead it stars... a BEAR?

The next ad: a girl slouches around at home, tries on men's clothes, strips to panties and dances. Quite porny. My sister snickers "Ooh, right, I'm your sextoy, I just sit home waiting for you!" But despite seeing the sexism--stay at home, be passive & sexy--I can't help being turned on, too.

Seeing my dream on the tube.

37 YEARS LATER

I've been transcribing my old journals fully, and came to this dream, and was surprised at its context, which I omitted when I posted it online in 2001. I hadn't recalled that this Pacific Northwest dream was inspired by TV ads! Nor that the ads were next day, not the evening before the dream (not that rare for me; I've found nearly 1500 apparently psychic dreams so far, and I'm still transcribing. And dreaming.)

Note how the dream hints at ESP by mentioning bear telepathy. I find such dreams--not purely internal/psychological but incorporating external elements not accessible to the five senses--often mention ESP, as if the dream senses something's up and tries to alert its audience: what I call a self-flagging dream.

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