Harley-Bear-Brother

A dream, approximately June 14, 2007.

My brother Charlie is trying to teach me how to ride my new Harley, a beautiful machine that may be lost on me, as I've no idea how to ride it and I'm not sure I want to. Charlie's training me on the Harley the way Linda used to train her horses. I'm on a super-long lead rope and he stands in the middle of the circle I ride in, holding the master's end of the rope. Charlie tells me to shift, and I try to, but I don't know how. He calls out various instructions but I don't have any idea how to, so I'm at a loss. Much like a horse is, I suppose, when he's being trained on a lead rope.

Transition to the bear chase. Charlie and I are being chased by two bears: a grizzly and a polar. They hold us at bay in a little shed next to the old house in Harvard, near where the lilacs grew. Then Charlie's old dog Fuzzy saved us from the bears.