Do you like gummi bears? Those little jellied sweets that pull your cheeks in when you eat too many. I do, but I don’t ever want to be one.

I dreamt that I was a gummi bear. I was a full bear size standing over seven feet tall. Had I not been made from jelly, I would have been terrifying and may well have enjoyed the dream but things went bad.

I remember looking down at my hands, (I always seem to look at my hands in my dreams,) and seeing dumpy fat fingers made from the green and yellow jelly substance that tastes so good. When I looked up there were several women coming toward me smiling. In most dreams this would have made me very happy. My favourite kind of dream usually has several smiling women in it but I knew right away that these women were grinning at me in a far more sinister manner.

They wanted to eat me.

I started running and the dream became one of those chase nightmares where you never have any direction or destination and you’re only aware of what is behind you; what is chasing you. It was hard to run with short fat jelly legs and every so often one of the women would tear a chunk from my back and devour it rabidly. When the women had first approached me they were all very beautiful but as the dream changed to nightmare their faces started to melt. By the time they ripped a chunk of my flesh off they had turned to decaying monsters.

I was really freaked out by this dream for several days. I mean who the hell dreams that they’re a gummi bear? I looked up gummi bear in one of those dream dictionaries. Do you know what it said it meant? Wierdo.