Crazy dream this morning. I was transported back to my old neighborhood in Cambria Hgts and I was with old freinds Gwen and Robin. Just chillin' at a house and talking about my brother Harold. For some reason I leave and its like I left Darryl's house. I'm at the corner of 225th St and then go towards 120th. I see Mrs. Black, my mother and some other ladies but I run past and they don't see me. I run down 225th St toward my old house. There are almost no trees, like it is now. I get to my house and go down the driveway to find some workmen in the garage. One is on our phone in the garage and he hangs up quick. I realize they are working on some plumbing in the house and so I go to inspect what they are doing for my Mother. I make some comments on what I think is shoddy work. I go in the basement with the main guy. We go into a room but before I go in I see a BEAR. A fucking BEAR in my basement. I slam the door shut and hold it shut cuz I don't want the BEAR to get me. I am scared in the dream. The guy just sits on the couch. I'm at the door yelling to the other guys..."Call Animal Control!!!" Someone yells back..."What's the number?? I yell back.."JUST FUCKING CALL THEM YOU FUCKING MORON!!!!!" Then I tell the guy with me to find a weapon. He finds some decorative knives. I'm like...you idiot! I tell him to get that fire poker over there. But then I am pissed and just wake up from frustration because of the assholes and the BEAR that is surrounding me. Sheesh!! I blame Forbin for the Bears. He's always posting pics of wild animals in his yard. But its so weird. In the dream I yell through the door while holding it shut for dear life. I think up a plan but am surrounded by idiots. I look at the knives and they are just crap. I look around the room and see TWO sets of fireplace irons. The guy with me is just a big mo-mo. I had to wake up to survive!
A bear actually shat in my basement, or my laundry room to be exact. Fucker broke in through the window. Left cat food by the window while were out of town and came back to a demolished laundry room with bear shit everywhere. Canada, eh.
I read that a Canadian town has canceled Halloween due to a large number of Polar bears wandering through town. Edit:http://www.npr.org/2014/10/23/358238989/with-bears-on-the-streets-canadian-town-cancels-halloween
Are those Brit Only jokes? Cuz otherwise...what the hell are you talking about?? (Slowly starting to get it. Not too droll.)
Damn I would pay cash money to see Mewa take on a bear with a fireplace poker! He would be more badass that Daniel Boone. I've been eyeball-to-eyeball with hungry black bears and I will say this: no matter what weapon you have in your hands you wish you had something better. But to answer the thread question, bears shit pretty much wherever they want to, but in the woods is their favorite place!
Fight the bear?? I think my next move would have been to barricade the door and then go out a window. That is, if the asshole with me could help. But for me the most notable part of the dream was the the guy shouting back..."What's the number?" Even in my sleep I was totally pissed at that fool. I really should have woke up after yelling at that dude. I'm usually just the guy watching in the dream.
British guys... You get any of that poached salmon last night? Yeah, but it was more like a smoked haddock. But I still put my anchovie in it!
Man, we've missed you round here. We need ya to start climbing back to regain your throne as the King of Posts!
