I'm carrying my daughter Amber (who is now almost 3 years old, in the dream as in real life) across a parking lot in the dark. The wind is blowing in the trees, but I see the top of one tree in particular shaking in a strange way, as though being shaken. I point it out to Amber and say let's go see what's causing that.

We don't get far when we hear a monstrous growl, and I say oh it must be a bear, we better not go over there. We stay in the parking lot, with a stand of tall evergreens and thick underbrush between us and the bear, but we hear it growling and barreling directly toward us. I try to run away, toward a building nearby, but find that I can barely move, and I think the bear will attack us imminently, and then I wake up.