Current mood: optimistic
There were a lot of events that happened which I can not recall before the main portion of the dream took place. I know that somehow I did something which got me sent to some sort of confinement which was not actually prison.
There were two or three friends sent there with me. As we walked around the installation we sort of toured it in an interested sense. It had a sort of theme park kind of feeling. At one point something out of my control happened(I kind of think it was like a lava eruption or some sort of unexpected explosion) and a wooden crate was destroyed. As a result I was somehow held responsible and sentenced to death since that was apparently one of the things I was warned about and told not to do... even though I had no control over it.
After I got back to my confinement area I started contemplating my life and impending death. They would be administering lethal injection within a days time. It made me put harsh review on the things of my life I regretted and feel a bit of sadness for the things I wish I had done but either had not the chance or passed up on the opportunity to do.
I imagined the needle going into my arm in the same way it did in real life a couple nights ago when I took the opportunity to give blood at a blood drive. I also tried to imagine my life ending and it made the sting of those things undone become very present and uncomfortable. I did not want to die yet. And for such a silly reason that I had no control over.
I thought about many of the positive things in life. I thought about my perspective of the gospel and returning to my Father in heaven. I thought about the way I lived life, trying to improve myself daily yet failing so often at my attempts... and still feeling okay because I DID try. I thought about repentance and the positive effects it has had in my life. I thought about the fact that I am a virgin... and was sad I was going to die that way. Ha.
I talked with the doctor guy who came to administer my doom, who was actually quite pleasant, and was able to barter for 20 extra minutes of life by donating two Transformer Action figures to a specific cause... I have no idea what that has to do with anything but it worked. The doctor guy kindly obliged and I went back to my confinement room and as I contemplated the inevitable I decided I wanted to fight it... I wanted to present evidence which would make them(whoever 'they' were) realize the ridiculousness of putting me to death for something out of my control(I am not sure why I did not decide this until my last
20 minutes of expected life)
I layed down on my bed thinking about my rebuttle and somehow fell asleep in my dream... this part is sketchy... I had the distinct thought that I escaped the whole scenario after falling asleep... then in real life I was awake, happy that I was not on death row anymore. I really felt quite relieved. Then I happily went back to sleep. Ha.
Anyway... even though there were lots of things that happened which I can not remember, the middle part of it all was very vivid and distinct in it's feeling. A dream which has at least left an impression on me. It does make me happier about life at the moment and much happier that I am not on death row.
