I was having a dream that I was hanging out with everyone's favorite crazy bitch, Courtney Love. I was her babysitter or something. Instead of just Frances Bean, she and Kurt had two daughters. Of course, this is long after Kurt's dead... for some reason. We were stalking out one of Courtney's ex-boyfriend's house for some reason. I hid in some bathroom. For some reason there was a bed in the bathroom... and someone was under the covers. It was fucked up, because when they sat up, they were a corpse.
Please, don't ask me about the inner workings of my mind, 'cause I have no idea. My subconcious is warped.