In A Dream My Memory Has Stored

I dreamt that Julia and I went to a Nirvana concert. Or, I guess it was Nirvana. Krist wasn't there, but Kurt and Dave were. We got really close to Kurt while he was singing, and leaned down and sort of sang in my face with his own hair falling in his face. Then after, we talked to him. He and Julia really hit it off but I couldn't think of anything to say. He was strangely quiet and gentle. In my defense, I hadn't yet finished reading his biography so to me he wasn't dead yet.















A phrase from his pocket
And chains holding the wind,
lifelong dream

Dream
Do re mi

If I may
If I might
wake me up, see me