Dream, 15 December 2012 When I try to slide back into my dream I have memories, now fast receding, of a bear, or some other large animal. A bear kept on a chain, maybe treated as a circus performer and whose owner then collected money. Somehow the Dalai Lama or some other Buddhist type monk was concerned for this bear and began to collect money to free it. Someone had organised an event at which the Dalai Lama would speak. He had collected stacks of money, which he kept in a plastic bag. At the last minute his talk was cancelled. The Dalai Lama fell in a heap and I had to rescue the money. It became clear that several of his followers were after this money. I found I could not trust a soul, even those whom I might once have believed were trustworthy. I had planned to take the money to a safe place. I got into my car, my baby beside me, and realised too late that a couple of these potential thieves were in the back of my car. First I tried to reverse in such a way they would get squashed, but it did not work and so I sped ahead in an effort to get to a police station, but I could not find one. Imagine my relief when I heard the police siren. I had been travelling so fast the policeman on a bike had taken note. He was after us. I stopped the car and reported the two potential thieves. Then I woke up.