I was with a few people. We took a walk from the little house to this wooded area. We walked across these two logs which were fallen across a really deep rivine (maybe 60 feet deep). We went to the other side and were sitting on the edge of a bluff of the same size, and lit up a bowl (something I haven't done in a long time). We looked down to the road running along the bottom of the bluff and saw this massive 20 foot tall brown kodiac bear. He was walking with a person. He saw the rivine, wich started on the left from the road, and got really excited about the river/creek running along the bottom, as he entered the rivine he started transforming into a human and had pants and a hoodie on but stayed the same size and was still shaggy like the bear. He excitedly scrambled up the rivine and then climbed up the side to where we were. We decided he probably would like to hear some music and all these instruments appeared out of nowhere and we started conducting the woods in a folky symphony. It had several movements. One was at the top in the woodlands where we started, then we all went down the side of the rivine and started playing instruments along the bottom of the rivine. At one point I exclaimed, "Where's the clarinet?!?".
At that point a woman who had stayed at the little house across the meadow came down and told me that she had assembled the children and that someone needed to teach them how to read and she thought it should be me. She said that the principal was waiting as well and I should come at once.
So I left the symphony and walked across the meadow to the house. All the kids were sitting on chairs and benches outside on a big portch in a make shift class room. There was a couch at the front facing them. Most of the kids were slouching down in their chairs so I could barely see them. It took me a while to get them all to sit up. The principal was at the back behind this glass shoji screen, so that I couldn't see him. As I started to talk to the kids about why knowing how to read is important the principal, who was this older guy in his late fifties, wearing a suit and tie, moustach but no beard and comb over salt and pepper hair, came up and sat with me on the couch. He started talking about his job before this where he was an "UM" (under manager). The kids kept sneeking off and hiding in closets and I kept having to stop class to get them to sit in the chairs and listen.
Then my alarm went off.