I dreamt that I was at my parents’ house together with a friend or colleague of mine when an enormous polar bear silently waddled into the kitchen. It was a single story American house with large windows. My mother, my friend, and I were in the dining room at the time, and so I closed the door leading to the kitchen as carefully as I could. The bear did not hear us, but we could see it through a glass panel in the door. Facing the door leading to the porch from the kitchen, it plopped itself down. The door was closed. I remember thinking that I should go to the front door, walk around the house, and open the kitchen door before the bear broke out through it. I had to be very quiet and I had to crouch under the kitchen windows. Before I could do that, though, a polar bear cub dashed into the kitchen and started rolling on the floor. The front door must have been left open, I thought. A moment later another cub dashed in and started playing with the first. Realizing that the big bear was their mother, I knew that we were in extreme danger. Any sound would arouse her suspicion, and she would be vicious in dealing with any danger to her cubs. She could break through any door or wall in the house without any difficulty. And I woke up overcome with fear. Actually, I was in complete panic. It took me a while to fall asleep again.