Morning of September 2, 1974. Monday.

I seem to be outside at some sort of unfamiliar park or camping grounds though logic would dictate it is somehow associated with Disneyland or Disney World. Still, the area does not have many features; mostly just a cheap-looking makeshift stage and old bleachers in a random stretch of lawn near a forest.

I hear a younger man enthusiastically say "Here come the bears!" over a loudspeaker. I also get the impression that the event is being televised. After a short time, several people in very loose-fitting thin bear costumes (most of them light-colored such as yellow or pale orange) run across the grounds of the park. They wave as they are running and the scene reminds me a lot of the end of a marathon or of the players of a baseball game running out to the field. I seem to be looking up at them from the ground as they tower over me somewhat and a bit seemingly outwards at an unusual distorted angle at one point (somewhat like a tilted camera view though firsthand from my own eyes). I seem to discern them more as people rather than people in potentially clumsy costumes.

Apparently, they are the bears of Disney's Country Bear Jamboree (or perhaps of a cheaper copycat outfit) and they eventually start to do a musical show on the somewhat shoddy outdoor stage, although the actual ones in reality are audio-animatronic figures. Although I have seen them on television in real life, I had not seem them firsthand even when I went to Disney World.