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That sounds horribly frustrating. Trippy, but frustrating.
More messed up dreams while napping. Had this earlier but didn't get a chance to write it until now. I dreamed I was a fur trapper living in a semi-wild area, living in a little cabin outside a small village. All the trees had their fall colors and there was a slight nip in the air while I was retrieving a beaver from my snare, when I spotted a bear off in the distance. It got up on two legs and sniffed in my direction, then started barreling down on me. It obviously wanted the beaver, and I didn't want to fight the bear, so I just left the thing and beat a hasty retreat. It didn't stop to get the beaver though. In a panic I turned around and shot my musket at it. It keeled over dead. I intended to skin and butcher it, but I didn't see any of that.
Cut ahead to me sitting on the porch of my cabin doing nothing in particular. A man dressed in a metal chestplate, bright blue shirt, and wide brimmed hat with a feather came up to me, and told me that he was looking for a tracker. A local hunter had killed a bear sow, he explained, and its mate was taking out its frustration on humanity at large. He told me that the bear was massive, and a traveler it had attacked claimed that the beast could speak and become invisible at will. He didn't think too highly of that idea, but acknowledged that the beast had killed a worrying number of livestock, and the traveler's horse. He was putting together a posse to find the beast and kill it. I obviously couldn't refuse, though I had the good sense to not mention the bear I'd shot earlier. He told me to meet him in town that evening.
Cut ahead again, and myself, the adventurer, and two other men were riding down the road the traveler had been attacked on looking for signs of the creature. One of the new men was dressed in furs like me and carried a long, heavy bear spear; and the other was dressed in leather and a green vest, and carried a musket. The adventurer and I both had spears like the man in the furs. We eventually came across a massive amount of blood on the path, presumably where the bear had killed the man's horse, but there wasn't a scrap of anything else. There was bramble on either side of the path here, and a very steep incline to one side. There was a good deal of disturbance in the bramble on both sides, but much more on the flat side. We dismounted and very carefully advanced in that direction while the adventurer held the horses.
Very suddenly we heard a roar, and the bramble in front of us started shaking violently. Musket guy fired a shot off into it and got another roar, while the lot of us braced for impact. This was far less than ideal, but we didn't have time to do anything else. The bear burst out of the brush, slightly farther down the road than we had expected, and grabbed spear guy before any of us could react. It grabbed him by the shoulder with its teeth and started dragging him back into the brush. The adventurer and I both rushed the bear, but I missed my thrust and he was too far away. It got back where we couldn't reach it, we heard an extremely unpleasant sound, and spear guy stopped yelling.
Shit was thoroughly fucked, and we decided to get on our horses and lead it to a more open stretch of road. It chased us out almost as soon as we'd got moving. It was quick enough to get a swipe of its paw at the adventurer, but his breastplate was enough to mostly protect him. The bramble cleared fairly quickly, and gave way to uneven lightly forested ground. We split off, with musket guy going forward and myself and the adventurer breaking off to either side. The bear followed musket guy, who took an improbable shot at it and missed. The sound put musket guy's horse over the breaking point, and it stopped paying what little regard for him it still had. He fell off, and the bear tore into him almost immediately.
I pointed my spear at it, intending to lance it while it was stationary, but my horse wasn't too keen on charging the thing. It wheeled off and threw me, too, but I was just quick enough to raise my spear to hold off the bear. It backed out of reach, and had started moving around the side when the adventurer managed what I had just failed at, and drove the spear almost completely through the thing's midsection. It keeled over but didn't die, and I only just managed to roll away before it bit into my neck. It came in view again just in time for me to see the now dismounted adventurer stab it in the side of the head with his belt knife. He clutched his side where the bear had hit him and groaned, and slid down onto his back. A moment passed, and he started laughing in a halting, pained sort of way. He must've broken something when he got hit. There was more to the dream than that, I think, but I don't remember it well enough to write it out.