So this morning, I awake from what seems to be a half lucid/half REM-y type dream. IT WAS AWESOME.

It goes as follows:

It's terrifyingly bright and sunny outside.

Me and a couple of friends I've never seen before are walking around lost in what appears to be an abandoned camp site.

I find a Sprite can, only it's been molded into a dog dish.

Due to the fact that I detest littering, I ACTUALLY GO AND LOOK FOR A RECYCLING BIN.

And I find one too, except for it's like this wooden balcony/pier thing that comes off of a short cliff. All it has is an opening to throw your cans over said cliff.

Me, supposedly satisfied with the sign that reads "OPEN SPACE RECYCLING BIN" throws the can over the cliff.

Then, me and these mystery people find an old cabin, that seriously resembles the first cabin I stayed in during my first visit almost 4 years ago.

We sleep in this cabin, and in the morning I wake up and see bears outside the window.
-Cept it comes out "Un oso!" WHY SPANISH?
(These "bears" are a friggin' family, and they all stand upright. O.O)

A mystery friend goes "Donde?"(Where?) and I say "Alli! Un oso!" (There! A bear!)
To which the entire cabin wakes up and goes to talk with these bears.

Then shit just gets freaky. I go up to a bear, and a say "Momma Bear, is this your house?" EXCEPT IT'S IN SOME BULLSHIT JAPANESE.

And she says, "Oh ho, ho, yes it is. Would you like to come in?"

And I'm absolutely giddy at this idea, forgetting altogether that I HAD ALREADY BEEN INSIDE.

The bears pile in, the "Momma" showing us each place to sit, while the "Papa" bear plops down in a recliner that reads "AVG" on the back, with three triangles isolating each letter.

Suddenly, my brain detects that I'm dreaming and I myself decide everything has gotten too bizarre, and I pull myself away from the dream.

Yeah. I must be losing it. D;

My cousin got married last night, btw.