I was in somebody's house, sitting in the living room. Got up for a minute to pull back the curtain - Wanted to see what was outside.

Of course (obviously), there were about twenty polar bears walking around. They were mostly minding their own business, but one of them caught sight of me catching sight of them, and I guess that was just too much sight catching for that particular polar bear.

It started to make its way towards the house.

This worried me. I must admit, even at the risk of sounding like a wuss (hey - I cried in my last dream), that I wasn't really prepared to do battle with a polar bear. They're big and mean - I'm all soft and vulnerable.

In a way, it's a perfect match, but not one that works out in my favor.

To evade death, I walked out of the living room and into the kitchen.

I mean to say that I had the intention of evading death. I thought that moving out of the living room and into another room would be a great way to not die by means of polar bear attack. Normally, I would have been right. Normally, though, there weren't lions sitting on the kitchen counter.

One of them took a look at me, decided that I looked totally yummy, and leapt. When it was in mid-leap, I realized that I needed to do something. When I realized that I needed to do something, I realized that I was holding a spear. When I realized that I was holding a spear, I held it up, and the lion landed on it, impaling itself.

I thanked my lucky stars that I just happened to have been carrying a spear when a lion attacked me in the kitchen, and after I ran away from the polar bear. People don't usually get so lucky, you know?

Then I woke up.