Morning of December 17, 1972. Sunday.
A bear is wandering around the area near our home in Cubitis. I worry about it getting into our house. At times, it seems of a duller orange coloration, though I think it is a lighter brown (or meant to be) in most scenes. There is a concern which seems to last about a full day and night and there is what seems like at least one “reset”. Finally, the bear finds her three cubs in our backyard (an event which seems to be taking place early in the morning) and the mood of my dream changes completely into a beautiful sense of peace and love and the bear then seeming to radiate a sort of light or light rays like the sun (even though it logically seems as if she would have found them before unless they had recently just strayed into that area coming into the backyard from elsewhere).
I had interpreted this dream when younger as relating to how my mother could be both “grouchy or potentially mean like a bear” as well as quite motherly (and protective) towards her “cub”, although a bear likely does not always represent the dreamer’s mother. In this case, it seems more likely, as the bear’s main location during the outcome is the same spot where my mother hung clothes on the line (my mother does not otherwise appear at any point in my dream, although I am the only human character anyway).