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September 3: I saw one station wagon go by and later I saw a blue one go by while I stood on the porch and I recall the man driving it was wearing a T shirt and was shaven and had short hair.

Also, There were plants around the porch like there are in waking life.

September 4:

1: Mother's car; I think I was in the car driving with her at the wheel and I think Aunt Bonnie was in the car at one point too. At one point we got off an interstate which was supposed to be near Natrona Heights but the intersections were similar to the place where Rt. 322 meets Rt. 36 near I-80. Somewhere there was mention of Pap being dead. Mother crashed into the front grille of a parked 80s Ford sedan that looked similar to an 80s Caprice Classic and pulled back, Later going on a road similar to Rt. 28 and then later the car crashed and as she was on the ground on dirt in a garden; She was desperately trying to keep a plant alive while rescue workers were around her.

> Untold as of this time. Do I recall it?

> In room with people and products that are detrimental; Some spiritual people said products like "Stay Idiot" were saying "Stay Stupid" and weren't nice. (Edit, 15/Jan/2015: I agree!) Then I saw an Asian man standing with his back to a column but facing the exit door and the employees tried to kill the customers and numbers popped up on some people prior to their deaths. I went to the left side of the room (Left as compared to if you were just walking in) and got behind one employee near a cash register and used him as a shield after I removed the blade from his hand, Then I went out the exit with him. After I let him go by pushing him away with my foot I saw a number pop up on his head as he fell to the ground (Dead, I think) and I told the other people who were leaving and who were ahead of me to run, And there was an explosion behind us and then I saw an older couple in their 50s in their bed and the bearded husband brought a sword out from under the covers. Who goes to bed with a sword under the sheets?

> Talking to Kurt Cobain who was in the dining room; He didn't talk much at first even when talked to. I asked him something then he didn't respond as he wrote something on a piece of paper that might have been on a clipboard. My Father was sitting at the computer and Kurt was closer to the door to the kitchen which is where I stood. I think I became somewhat lucid at this point as I said I realized I was dreaming and Kurt said something in response to that. A bit after that I asked him something "If it's OK with you" and he answered on subject of Nirvana, Saying they weren't all that good and talked about the sincerity of the music. (And quite frankly, I'm not much of a Nirvana fan anymore either! But I did hope to dream of Kurt in the last few weeks prior to this dream.)

> Sewer Shark. I played it twice in this dream but it was not the same as in the video game and one run took seven mintues or was supposed to, And the game was different in the dream than the in-waking-life video game is.

> Near end: Walking at flea market. I awoke to a dream of walking around at the Hazen, PA flea market and my Father was there. I walked ahead a lane and then back to be with my Father, And we then started picking up change as a sedan car was behind him and someone commented on something.

It's been a while since I could remember a dream, though luckily, I find myself taking in more than usual about the images I find during my slumber as of last night.

Part I: Career Day

I found myself at my High School. The hallways were all rather accurate to how they were realistically, if not slathered with posters, pictures and decorations of a lot of different things, most of them famous men, women and children who all specialized in specific positions.

I walked with two of my friends--one an Asian kid named Eric, always had this huge mole under his chin, and my friend Gabriel, a boy with fair, wavy hair and a cherub-like face. We walked in this hallway, somewhat crowded but not too packed at the same time. I assumed it was some sort of career day of sorts, and so I looked for something that piqued my interest.

Along the way, I saw a poster of lead guitarist and singer of the 90's band Nirvana, Kurt Cobain. The picture was of him, singing and playing guitar in black and white. I touched this poster, and then I looked to my left. Kurt Cobain was coming at me with a butcher's knife, something out of a campy horror movie. I didn't attempt to run, perhaps too perplexed by the fact that Kurt Cobain somehow rose from the dead. He pounced me onto the ground, grabbing the handle of his knife with both hands and raising it in the air. I kept shouting "No!" over and over again, but he then pushed his knife right into my chest. What's odd about this is that I did feel a bit of pain as the blade stuck into my chest.

Things went black, but as suddenly as that happened, I was back in the hallway. I was now with my brother, looking much like himself, strangely. People were leaving and we were getting our backpacks from a pile in the middle of the hallway. I didn't understand why, but my brother had apparently put some very important items for a project in my backpack, though I was unable to find my backpack.

They said it might be in another room, and if it wasn't, it was stolen. We checked that room -- no dice.

I was lead to believe that my backpack was stolen. That was when I woke up briefly.

Part II: The Chaser

Not long after, I fell asleep again, the dream following connecting itself to the last dream I had.

I was now hell-bent on finding my backpack, though I only acted on it when my mother was driving me home from school, parked at a gas station on an early summer morning. I then found myself becoming a badass biker dude going along a California coastline; palm trees and the blue skies and oceans passing by me like a big blur. There were a few cars and bikers that passed by me. Though I knew they were enemies, they didn't really do anything to actually threaten me, nor did I do them.

I followed these "enemies" until I reached a beach, where we stopped. I told their boss, a man dressed in a cliche leather jacket with a short-cut Elvis hairdo something rather intimidating; intimidating enough to make him give me my backpack back. My brother was suddenly with us, and there he retrieved a medium sphere that looked like the shape of a planet. He smiled and looked at me, making some cheesy joke about how I was lucky to have gotten this thing back, or else. Then we laughed and the dream ended.

Notes:

That pain that I felt when Kurt Cobain stabbed me was rather significant.
I've rarely gone that fast as I did on the motorcycle in a dream before.

Interpretation:

Gee, I really don't know what to think of a dream where I get killed by one of my favorite musicians and chase a man on a motorcycle to get my backpack back. Perhaps, leisure is killing me and I focus too hard on school.