I had this dream when I was about eight years old, and I've always remembered it for some reason, possibly because of my great liking of Panda bears. When I got my dream book a few years ago, it was the first dream I wrote down...
I was living in a mansion, the young child of my very rich parents. I went outside in the backyard, and sat one of the benches out there. Suddenly a cute little baby Panda bear crawled out of the trees and over the bench where I was sitting.
I picked him up, held him for awhile, and fed him little pieces of bread and leaves. Then I let him go, and he dissapeared back into the trees.