This night I had such a curious dream that I have to tell it. It began with a visit on my parents. This is certainly not unusual ’cause I regularly visit my parents. But don’t panic, it will get curious soon!

My sister and me were sitting in my ancient room which is located in the attic, hence it has got such an aslope bottom hung window. This window was open and we were looking on our garden, when suddenly a huge thick polar bear appeared directly in front of the window. He was climbing around on the roof and now looking forthright in our faces.

We stayed motionless and the bear restarted soaring up the roof. We jumped at the chance and closed the window hastily. Wise decision, because soon the bear was in front of the window again, sniffing around there. We left him there and ran downstairs. My sister screamed: “Moooooooooom! There is a polar bear on our roof!” I took the phone and dialed 110 (german emergency call).

But when I explained to the lady on the phone that there was a polar bear on our roof and she should please send somebody, she answered: “Sorry, this is absolutely not possible at the moment! All colleagues are in deployment, there is nobody we could send.” “Fire brigade, technical social aid?” I suggested. I heard her hastily typing on a keyboard, then she answered: “Oh, you are in luck! The technical aid is in your street at the moment. I will tell them to pick up the polar bear as well.”

I hung up and my mom, my sister and me ran to the window for watching the street – and didn’t believe our eyes. A huge breakdown crane was standing there, elevating a cabrio from the street. Inside the cabrio three occupants were fighting against two metres thick hailstones which were on the verge of crushing them. Left to the crane we saw three police cars with activated hooters were standing around, the soundscape reminded of a Godzilla movie. People were running around all about, screaming and bandying stones about. Across from us a house was burning.

My mother said: “Soon they will start throwing the stones on our house, too. We should close the shutters!” So we lunged for closing all shutters. After having finished we all met in the corridor, as suddenly the door bell rang. We opened the shutters a bit and saw a dark-skinned woman with her little daughter. They were afraid of the stones and the hail, so we let them in.

My mom asked the woman if they polar bear was still on our roof, which she negated. The technical aid hat gotten him down by shooting him, and now he was lying in our front garden. Indeed the bear was lying there, loudly snoring. He seemed to be only anaesthetised.

Mom presented our guestroom to the woman ’cause everybody was very tired. Then we all went to bed. Outside the hooters were still howling, people were screaming loudly, and the polar bear was snoring away peacefully in our front garden.