The dream jumped and the auditorium was filled with people. The program had begun and the man was sitting in the stone tub facing the audience. I was sitting behind the man, in the tub, holding his shoulders. It was my job to make sure he stayed put. As long as I held his shoulders, he couldn't escape.

A group got up and started singing. The man hated them and he whispered, "Make them stop!" He was getting anxious. My step-father and I had worked out hand signals just for this occasion and I signaled for him to skip to the next thing on the program. The music stopped, the singers left the stage, and the next group started their thing... and the man calmed down.

The dream jumped to a flashback of when I was around six years old. I had been brought to see an execution in that same gym, but I didn't want to see it. I was standing in the back by a side door with a grown-up [I think my mother] and was tricked into turning around just as the person was killed.

I noticed that I had long, black hair and that didn't seem right [cause, in waking life, I don't]. The dream showed me that, as I sat with the man on stage, I had short black hair... that seemed to make sense and the dream continued.

The man seemed to know what had happened and felt sorry I had to see an execution when I was so little. He didn't seem to be the type who would murder and I suddenly realized that this man would soon be an empty corpse... life extinguished... just like that. It didn't feel right. The dream assured me that he had readily confessed to murder during his trial and that, if I let go of his shoulders, he would kill me as well.

He started getting anxious again and tried to stretch out of my grasp. I held onto him and he soon calmed back down. I rubbed his shoulders and he was shocked. "Why are you doing this?" I don't remember my answer... but it was something to do with the idea that even condemned men should have compassion shown them... or... something.... He appreciated it and was soon much calmer.

The dream jumped again and I was standing by the back side door of the gym, which led to a hallway. It was time for the beheading and I didn't want to see it... but the dream jumped as I tried to leave the gym, forcing me to watch. The tub was gone and, in it's place, was a guillotine. They laid him face up and the blade came down. He was dead.

I felt sick and walked into the hallway... where I saw a priest. He had found the man's wallet and intended to keep it. The wallet was identical to the one I have in waking life. He noticed me and opened the wallet to show me what was inside. He took out and handed me a health insurance card and a business card for a music store... both of which were from the UK. I realized I already had the business card and told the priest so. He held out the insurance card. "At least take this." I was angry at him for taking the man's things. "Why would I want a British insurance card that belonged to a dead man?" I walked away.

The dream jumped and I found myself in the gym again. The chairs had been cleared away and I was in a floor hockey game. My brother, me, a girl, and someone else were playing against each other and, at the end of the game, I would be executed.

The dream jumped and, instead of me, my brother would be executed by electric chair. As the game progressed, every now and then, the dream would jump and a brown bear would appear. We'd have to quickly climb up a wall that ran along the edge of the gym to get out of the way. This bear couldn't climb and would stand there growling at us for a while and then disappear so we could continue the game. The wall was wooden and, in places, had cracks in the boards. Sometimes honey would seep out and the bear would become occupied with that.

There was a platform next to the stage where the players could rest during the game. I climbed up to let my brother know it was the last play of the game. He was smoking with the female player and his eyes were wattering... he didn't want to die. He had quit smoking for months... but what's one more when he's about to be killed anyway? We hugged and I couldn't let him go... I couldn't let him become the same lifeless corpse as the other man... and by electric chair? No. We kept hugging... tightly.

End.