The night before last I had a dream of an evergreen or fir tree in the form of a bear. It was peering at me from its prominently hooded brow. That evening before going to bed I had glimpsed in the mirror my deep seated blue eyes as if I had seen them for the first time imperiously looking at me from the mirror. The next day at work a man came walking down the long corridor, a large man in a greenish blue flannel shirt, carrying a box in his arms. As he passed me by, I realized he was the green bear.