Another dream just came back to me.

We moved somewhere new (looked like a mix between the Saint-Hubert and Ste-Florence houses) after the fire but some of my teddy bears had survived and mom had put them in a big hamac like they all were and I was ignoring them. I kept telling her that if one of them had survived I would of been able to find the others but that one did not survived so it was like starting new. She did not want to listen to my wishes so I was doing my best to ignore that but it was killing me. I spotted Chocolate the little teddy bear that I am sure I could never find again, I was excited, at first he looked like himself but then I smelt the burnt smell and I made mom smell him then I realised he was burnt. It broke my heart and finally I decided to get rid of him and the others.