All right, I don't remember a whole lot from last night's dream, but what I remember I'll set down.
The first thing I remember was being in an apartment sort of building. A girl was there (model: a girl from church back in Omaha) and the mother of my church-adopted family. Oh, wait. There was more. LeTourneau was having some sort of Engineer Day, and classes were suspended in favor of the conferences. So, I went to the coliseum for that instead. Possibly this derived from my professor's call yesterday directing me to Student Accounts instead of class (though, through the timing of it all, I ended up in class anyway). As I settled into a nice bench (or pew, or whatever; I believe the building was normally used as a chapel or church) next to one of my friends from the floor, I leaned back and listened to the speaker from a decidedly relaxed position. The speaker's speech seemed to have nothing to do with engineering, and I noticed that I was reclining so far back that I might as well be in bed. I think there was a small flash of awakened consciousness here, because I saw myself in my bed then. When I awoke, the speaker was still droning but seemed to have lost his place. Someone (maybe it was me) called out that he may as well be done, since he couldn't remember what he was saying. He finished then.
I slipped off into sleep again, and did the dream-within-a-dream thing. I think. *Now* is when I'll say that apartment scene was. She was commenting on her roommate having come back from some halfway house for addicts. I asked the father of my church-adopted family (he was there, too) what she had been addicted to, and he told me that it was the Nintendo 64. Also the Sega 2 (?). I was going to ask, "What game?" but that would have made me look like an addict, too (perhaps too close to the truth) so I didn't say anything.
My friend from California came in now, talking about Mario Kart 64, and what a great game it was. He had almost mastered it but then overcame his addiction. I guess we were then in an arcade, because he took the controls and went to work at the game, dropping me comments as he played. He was pretty good, but he couldn't beat Koopa (referred to by the game as "Ice Bomb" or something, because that is what he dropped) no matter how hard he tried. The game turned into a snowboard race instead of a go kart race. Also, my friend's snowboard sometimes was a plastic cylinder of sorts; rather like Dad's fishing rod holder thing. He would turn it sideways in complicated jumps to go between trees (shortcuts).
Eventually, he was so fed up with Koopa beating him out at the last second that he decided to go to the north pole and ask Santa Claus (the creator of the game) about it. He had a toothbrush that he knew was the magical key to Santa's [hidden] lair and was going to find him. So, there we were, up in the snowy mountains, and he put his toothbrush into the side of a snow wall. The snow glowed red beneath the brush, and its bristles sank into the snow. He then pulled the brush out again but nothing happened (though the glow persisted a little). He tried again, pushing the brush further this time, and when he pulled it out a large chunk of snow followed. We peeked inside and saw a white bear lying on its back and gnawing on a bloody deer's leg.
Of course, this was Santa Claus, and we got his attention. He was eating a stuffed deer's leg, something about needing the polyester; I think he was a magically animated stuffed polar bear or something. He still needed the occasional bit of meat, though, and so I suppose that explained the blood on the stuffed leg.
Somewhere around here my friend disappears and I take his place in the story. I asked Santa to talk, and could he please come out; it would be uncomfortable for me to go in. He complied, and soon I was walking alongside a giant polar bear (with a bloody neck and chest), talking about various things. Mario Kart was somehow forgotten. We came upon a camper, and peeked inside. There were presents here, and he commented on how he delivered so many presents that he forgot what they were. He then took the liberty of opening the presents. We saw a set of cardboard doll cutouts (you know, the kind where the clothes all have tabs on them that can be folded around the cardboard doll). I remember noticing a broomstick among them, and somehow we knew that the doll was a witch. Santa disapproved, because it might make the townspeople, those overzealous witch hunters, think that the girl was a witch.