{"id":101,"date":"2016-03-10T20:51:19","date_gmt":"2016-03-11T01:51:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/?page_id=101"},"modified":"2016-04-26T12:10:41","modified_gmt":"2016-04-26T16:10:41","slug":"a-polar-bears-dreams","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/stories\/a-polar-bears-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"A Polar Bear\u2019s Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Polar Bear\u2019s Dreams<\/b><\/p>\n

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by Glenda Kotchish<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I have dreams. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I sleep the winter through, so of course dreams are a big part of the passing of time–while my mate wanders around for three months– I am \u00a0busy, sleeping and growing my cubs. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I dream of being brown. \u00a0\u00a0I dream of being black. I am in a green place, so incredibly lush with berries and nuts and streams full of fish. \u00a0\u00a0And in my snow- den, growing my cubs, \u00a0I dream of a warm cave where I sleep. \u00a0\u00a0Sometimes I dream of a den beneath the roots of a tree. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Trees, oh the trees–these tall structures that I climb–in my dreams. \u00a0\u00a0I can see to the ends of the earth–in those tree tops. \u00a0\u00a0I can see the lakes and creatures that fly through the air–that\u2019s right–fly and circle above me. \u00a0\u00a0I can see land that swells to great heights and land that stretches out flatly. \u00a0\u00a0With me, in the trees, \u00a0are small creatures that scurry away at the sight of me–furry with long tails and other small creatures–also furry with long, slick tails who open their tiny mouths and try to be brave, snarling at me. \u00a0But in the end, every creature runs from me. \u00a0\u00a0I must be queen in my dreams–in this place in my dreams. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And the trees–they give forth a nourishment of indescribable ecstasy–a golden substance, sticky and sweet–heaven itself.<\/span><\/p>\n

In my dreams I am hot. \u00a0\u00a0Imagine, hot–so hot I seek the pools of water and swim about for hours–in my dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the end, \u00a0when I\u2019m roused with pain–the dreams are over and the cubs come forth and suckle me in my white den of snow. \u00a0\u00a0Soon we will emerge–my \u00a0two cubs and me to a world–flat, white and cold.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9 \u00a0Glenda Kotchish<\/span><\/p>\n

March 8, 2016<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Polar Bear\u2019s Dreams I have dreams. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I sleep the winter through, so of course dreams are a big part of the passing of time–while my mate wanders around for three months– I am \u00a0busy, sleeping and growing my cubs. \u00a0\u00a0 I dream of being brown. \u00a0\u00a0I dream of being black. I am in a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":33,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-101","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/101","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/101\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104,"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/101\/revisions\/104"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/33"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/glendakotchish.com\/dir\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}