but what is it with me and bears?

I dreamed a cartoon series last night. Well, one episode of it, but I can imagine what the rest of the series would be like based on that one episode.

Every day some children are alone in their house for a couple of hours between getting home from school and their parents getting back from work. And every day, in that window of time, something weird or supernatural or magical happens to them, usually to do with this pixie/trickster character whose role is a bit like The Cat in the Hat. Things are usually almost resolved when the parents get back, but not quite, so that every day they arrive home to find something truly bizarre going on. The adults go to ever more ridiculous lengths to come up with mundane explanations, and never trust the evidence of their eyes.

In the episode I dreamed, the father comes in to find the pixie sitting on a pile of coloured blocks. "Oh, hello, Mr [Familyname]. Phew, the bother I've had with these antibricks," the pixie says casually. "I'll have them out of your way in no time, but you see, we can't take them outside until dandelion time. [This meant twilight.] Of course I'd never have found them if I hadn't had so much help from these brave bears." We follow his pointing finger to see the children, who are piled quite happily on the couch and indeed have all been transformed into small bears. Dad blinks a bit, then gives them a wave and goes into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

I think antibricks were for constructing imaginary buildings.

There was another dream about airships. Sometimes I love my brain.