My husband enjoyed reading “How to Survive a Bear Attack” to me yesterday. Last night I woke up panicked and sweating at 3:58am from a nightmare. I bet you can guess an animal that was in it. In my dream, I was walking around a cabin because Kay was calling to me. As I circled around there was a black bear sitting watching her and as I moved forward to grab her, the bear jumped between us and I woke up as the bear grabbed her and she yelled. At that very moment I woke my husband and said, “We aren’t camping…I had a dream a bear got Kay and now we are not camping.” Answering in his “there there” husband voice he replied, “Ok sweetheart, we won’t camp.” And then he rolled over. I said, “I’m serious…we are never camping.” And again in his sweet and almost parent to child like voice he said, “Of course we’re not…we are never camping. I love you.” He then was asleep and I snuggled back under the covers. I was calming down and took a deep breath. I knew I was still camping and so did The Husband. I hate that.  Continue reading →