Two fragments of much larger dreams I had this morning:

In one, I was attending some kind of convention, and for some reason I had to share a hotel room with none other than President Clinton. He grudgingly accepted but swore me to secrecy about anything that I might see or here. I remember seeing him wearing a Freemason ring, but not much more.

The other dream had a very elaborate set-up that I no longer quite remember, and what I do remember doesn’t make any narrative sense. But at some point, this ferocious zombie/mechanical bear was unleashed on us. And it kept eating our money, which was rather odd. I became a character called “Sky Flyer” and I wrestled the bear to the ground, and then exerted so much pressure that I snapped its neck and ripped its head off. Then I went back to being myself and woke up.