Dreams

I was leading a tour through the forested bush of northern Russia during the summer. My group and I stopped to camp. I sat with one of my group members and started to build a fire, eventually beginning to cook rice. We heard a rustling in the tall grasses which made us nervous, but soon the rest of the clan was with us in a circle all cooking, chatting and reliving adventures of the day. A giant bear appeared as if from nowhere and began attacking the group. People were running and screaming and we were trying to delegate calm to our group. My friend, the older pudgy man in baseball hat and Reeboks was the first to be attacked. He found his way to a ditch screaming where the bear could only inflict surface wounds. The camp was ablaze from scattered ashes and burning food. The trip was ruined.
Flash forward and I am calling this member to check in on him. We talk like old friends and he brings up all that he missed on the trip. I try to make light of what happened and ask surely he will travel again. He replies never.
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Not applying any great meaning but this was more vivid than anything I've dreamed in a while. The jungley green and river flowers were spectacular. The aftermath of guilt and responsibility were so distinct. Our flight over the land was inspiring... deep jade green covered in pools of ice clear water with deer and moose running underneath us...

Why am I not dreaming like this every night?