February 5th, 2006

I am in my apartment's living room petting a polar bear. I am amazed at how large and powerful it is. It is enjoying the attention. A blonde-brunette woman, wearing glasses, enters the room. She is tall, lean, and muscular. I then notice the large earthenware canister she is holding. It appears to be covered in oil paint and stickers, but I can not tell for sure. I never get a close look. She removes the lid and the polar bear is sucked into the canister.
"What was that," I think.
Then other animals are drawn into the room and sucked into the canister. It was like the canister was a housing for spirits and they were being drawn back to it.