Dreamland

There was a bear, in the house. I don’t think it was chasing anyone, but Irene decided to get rid of it anyway by shooting it with a bow and arrow. There were some bow and arrow sets around the house, hung as decoration on the wall of the living room, and of the recreation room downstairs.

She got a big one, at first it looked like the wrong kind of arrow because it didn’t have a point, but then it revealed itself to have a point. Then she also got a smaller bow and arrow to use as a secondary backup, in case she dropped the larger one, which must have happened because soon the bear was chasing after her around the house.

And it was shooting these damned little mouth darts, too, about four inches long, that would really hurt if they hit you. Fortunately it wasn’t a very good shot, but the darts were all over, sticking up from the floor and walls. There must have been about fifty of them in the room I was in, after I ducked out of the way of the bear after it came running through after Irene.

She must have run out of the house, because she was running back to it, distant on a path over a hill on the other side of a field, two small figures in the distance coming this way: the bear right behind her. Except it wasn’t the bear, it was Bobby Scholler, a guy I used to share a house with about 25 years ago.

In the living room I asked my mother and father who unlike Bobby are still alive, if there were any bows and arrows around. I looked both places they had told me, but obviously Irene already had the bows and arrows and used them.

Then I had a sudden inspiration, hey! I don’t need to look for weapons, I’ve got my own weapons! But then when I went to look in the usual place I keep them, I realized I wasn’t at my own house, so of course there were no weapons since I don’t travel with them.
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