ick dream

 at some kind of art installation/performance art space. Somehow it became a Santa claus meet n greet, starring one of our friends from the Steampunk world who is a Santa in RL.   Little kids everywhere, just jazzed about Santa. Then my mom comes walking through the crowd, announcing at intervalls "We're all going to die! We're all going to die!"

Don't need a Dr. Freud to interpret that one.
Cut it out, scumbag brain.