In this dream, I was awakened in bed (in the dream) when a gust of wind suddenly blew our drapes open. A sheet of foamboard that we were using to block light fell out of the widow, and a half-scale plastic fighter pilot figure (that would be almost 3 feet tall) that was tied to the drape chord swung over the bed, and I caught him as he swung and I said "Well, hi there." While my wife got up and went to the bathroom, I straightened the window out. Outside on the ground I noticed one of my realistic-looking airsoft pistols had fallen on the ground. Can't have that. I hopped out the window in just a pair of briefs (well at least I wasn't naked this time!). As soon as I hit the ground I realized I couldn't get back in the house without keys. So I trotted around to the back kitchen door (at this point it wasn't our current house any more, but a generic single-story ranch). There was a small black bear sleeping at the foot of the cement steps. I looked down at him from the step, he looked up at me. I said "Well, helooo." He looked annoyed and got up and left. I started pounding on the door, yelling "It's just me!" repeatedly so my wife wouldn't think it was a robber. I noticed my father's old single-action .22 on the ground. Damn, what's up with guns on the ground? I picked it up and cocked it in case the bear came back. I knocked some more - "It's just me! Hurry up, there's a bear out here!" I could see my wife thru a window coming to see who was knocking. She looked scared and worried. She was clutching a little stuffed giraffe my Great Aunt Jane had made for me when I was a baby for comfort, and a rifle in the other hand. I guess she let me in, but the dream didn't play out to the end.