Then the first bear spoke: "Mistaken Romantic Object Choice # 1: The Life-long Unattainable Love Object Who Will Haunt Your Dreams Until Your Dying Day." And then we all cackled malevolently, but with decorum.
And then the second bear said, "Mistaken Romantic Object Choice # 2: The Emotionally-Distant and Quite-Probably-Rather-Sadistic Bad Object Choice You've Chosen Because You're Not Ready to Commit." And then we all giggled maniacally, but still tastefully.
And then the third bear, who had been me, but now I was outside watching all three--you know how that happens in dreams--it then said, "Mistaken Romantic Object Choice #3: The 'I Can Change Him/Her and Bring Out His/Her Full Potential" Fantasy Because You Are Getting Desperate."
And then they all looked at me, nodded, and tossed hand grenades at me. Then I woke up.
So very odd, really. I wonder what that was all about?