I was a bear in my dream. Well, not the big brown bear, which lives in the woods, the dangerous one, but the yellow plush breed.

I was just collecting frogs on the shore of the lake, since I read somewhere that some of them turn into princes when kissed, I thought I'd do some tests. On the way home, I was hovering over a magic field, where my naughty lollipop started to talk and told me to drink a cup of dream tea. While I was trying to choose one of the teas (sweet dream, strange dream, nightmare, lucid dream...) the frogs grew wings and escaped from my backpack, flying all over the field…
I wonder what does it mean?

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