Bear was me

So I had this dream that recently, this bear was chasing me, that bear was really scary and I ran away for miles it seemed. I finally just stopped, the bear stopped and went up on it's hind legs and began to intimidate me but I pulled out my 45 and shot it in the belly and it fell to the ground and got sucked into this abyss that looked like hell might look. I began to think maybe that bear was something that is really there in my life maybe that bear means something and isn't just a bear. Maybe it a fear. I woke feeling victorious and the bear is now dead and so is that fear of accepting myself and loving myself for who I am. I finally like myself and I love myself. The bear was me. It seemed so scary to fight that bear but the gun I shot the bear with was golden and it came with grace, mercy, and healing. I accept who God created me to be and now I see the truth is that I need Him everyday. Get that, I wish I would've known all along.