I had a very strange dream last night. I was being chased by a bear, a huge Grizzly. One of the few things in this world that I truly fear is stumbling upon a bear out in the woods, but at the same time, I'm infatuated with them. Bears have real personality, power, and style. Above all Bears are survivors. In my dream, the bear kept catching up to me, and I kept escaping only to get cornered or chased down again. At the end of the dream I pulled out my Buck lock-back knife (aka the Bo and Luke Duke knife) that I carry when I'm camping, and killed the bear. It was a moment of triumph and it was a little sad. Remorse and regret that I had been forced to kill something to save my own life.. strange dream.
Today is the "Chinese" new year. The year of the rat. Where I currently work is a mostly Asian workforce, so there will be a "traditional Lion Dance" here today. Should be really cool. I'm excited.
Happy new year.