For reasons I don’t quite understand, I had an emotional dream the other night, connected to my dear Nan. The dream was about a teddy bear, the first teddy bear, one that my Nan gifted to me when I was born. This bear was a cuddly ginger bear, so I called him Ginger Bear.
I still have Ginger Bear, though I’ve since passed him on to my daughter. I’m not sure why I dreamed of him, but it left me feeling wistful. Why now, I don’t know.
The dream was one of shifting sands. It featured a kaleidoscopic combination of Transformers, Star Wars and The Legend of Zelda, and it ended with being at home, taking a knock at the door, with a boy and a woman, both dressed extremely posh, asking for my wife. At that point, I woke up.
I have no idea what the final part of the dream was supposed to mean. All I do know is that Ginger Bear tugged at the heartstrings.