More death

It seems as though I’m constantly in the position of having dreams with much death invovled.
Last night was pretty interesting as I dreamed I was already on my camping trip with Briana up in the mountains.
It was late in the day, the twilight advancing quickly on us. We were cooking something over a fire for the evening, when we hear a roar behind us. Turning quickly we saw that a bear had stepped into our precence and it was roaring at us. With the swiftness in a dream, I ran towards the bear with my full tang hunting knife and jumped onto the bears back, quickly and deftly slitting its throat, then plunging the knife deep into the base of its skull. I rode the back of the bear during its dying thrashing. I screamed a victorious scream that echoed throughout the forrest. We then ate the bear.
Strange dream at best. Oh well.