I saw Kurt Cobain in my dream.
He was standing there right where the light started to show. He was holding a pair of shoes: my shoes. He stared at my hands with akwardness and I felt silent anguish and despair locked in his chest. I wondered why I was feeling it. I looked down at my feet, not being able to look at him, finding my bare feet slowly getting into the ground. I looked up at where he was before, but he wasnt there. Water started to surround me, while I got into the ground, even faster than before. I looked at my reflect in the water and it wasn´t me. His face looked emotionless at me, I then realized I was him. Taking a deep breath my head got burried into the ground. Dirt was getting into my eyes as I felt tickles in my nose.
After what seemed to be eternity, I was standidng in front of my bathroom mirror, my nose was filled with bugs but they suddenly disappeared, letting blood run out of it and getting into my mouth. His reflect looked down at my hands again. I was holding a gun. I slowly started putting it against my fordead, and pulled the trigger.
I woke up to the sound of my headphones, his voice trying to scream out at least for once. I pressed a finger against my forhead, finding a hole right between my eyebrows.