August 8, 2000

Age 19

In this dream, for some reason, I was sentenced to die. I don't know what I did, but I just knew that I had to find Santa Claus. Well, I took a friend of mine (Teryn) and went to the North Pole. It was a huge complex with numerous large conference rooms, in red plush carpet and red chairs, with large white screens. The architecture looked organic, with flowing curves, almost as if Frank Lloyd Wright designed the North Pole. I found the reception desk where Mrs. Claus was manning it. I stood in line, then eventually cut to go faster and told her my predicament, and she handed me the appropriate paper work. Santa came out of his office in the back and told me that I was to die by electric chair. At this point, the lights dimmed and I heard a 'buzz' sounds, then Santa pointed at a wall, I guess in the direction of the chair, and said, "Like that".

Santa left, and I pleaded with Mrs. Claus for them not to kill me. She seemed to pity me, and after making some sad faces at her, she went to go talk to Mr. Claus about my impending execution. He wouldn't budge, so I offered to become a slave elf and build toys if I could stay alive, but it was still no go. Well, I went down some stairs and walked into a huge red lecture hall. On the stage sat a huge electric chair, and my high school graduating class was the audience. I looked around and found Teryn to tell her all my passwords and account numbers, then I sat in the chair. They were strapping me in when I awoke.