Facing the black Bear with wooden Sticks

"I dreamed I was sprinting down a narrow, overgrown dirt path through thick woods, my throat burning because a massive black bear was crashing through the brush right behind me. No matter how fast I ran, I could hear its heavy breathing getting louder, and my legs felt totally weak like lead. Just as it lunged forward, this strange, sudden shift happened in my mind, and I stopped cold in my tracks. I looked down and realized I was holding two long, sturdy wooden sticks in my hands. Without even thinking, I started swinging them violently at the bear’s head, blocking its paws and yelling as hard as I could. The bear flinched backward into the bushes, snapping branches under its weight, and then the whole forest just dissolved into pitch black and I woke up."