schvetybetty

She was yelling in her sleep, she often does.  I stood up, took off my coat, and waited to see if I should go in or not.  I walked up to her door.   She was awake; I went in.  I petted her head, asked if she wanted some water.  She shook her head, "yes".  After she drank, I asked her if she had a bad dream.  "Yeah..." 
"What was it about?" 
"A family witch."
She went on:

We went into the forest and hunted a bear... (Oh? Then what happened?) We ate the bear.
She smiled.   (Who killed the bear?)  We did.  There was a table with points on it.  She moved her pointed finger up and down to show jagged points.  (Like a saw?)  Yeah.  So we could skin it.  You don't want to eat bear's fur.   (No, that would be yuck.)
She sat up, excited- I went into the woods by myself, and I wasn't afraid!  (Wow!  I'm so proud of you!)  Her face was serene.  (Why weren't you afraid?)  Because the bear was already dead when I found it!  (Oh!  Good luck!  Who killed it?)  You did.
And when we ate the bear, our bellies were big and happy and the bear was happy in our tummies.  (That is a very good dream.)  Yeah.  And there was a baby bear.  It was this big...she held her thumb and index fingers together, squinting through them.
(Oh, a little baby!  Did we keep it and love it?)  Smile. Yeah, and when you touch it with your hand, you turn into the size of it and you go like this: she nuzzled her cheek against her shoulder.  (Oh, what a happy dream you had, sweet girl...)  Yeah.  It was a good dream.  (Why were you yelling earlier?)  Because I was going into the woods...