Smells Like Old Baseball

Hey "everyone"

I've been having a lot of vivid weird dreams lately so I thought I should write about it. Also, I've been trying to find a way to start writing more. Voila!

So, this dream happened a few nights ago. It's what inspired me to start this blog so I'm going to open with it.

The dream opened with my dad and I sitting in baseball stadium. It was pretty full and I have no idea who was playing. I was looking around enjoying the game and then I see Kurt Cobain. My dream self completely accepted this and I thought "Oh! Finally!" because I was expecting him. My dad and I had traveled back in time for the specific reason of going to a baseball game with Kurt Cobain. Kurt walks over, sits down next to me, and him, my dad, and I have a nice chat. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was very short because he had to go a few rows down and sign baseballs.

He walks down to a group of children gathered around a bucket of baseballs. He starts taking the balls out one by one, signing them, in pencil, and handing them out to all the children. He throws me one too and winks. Of course, I perceive this as completely normal. I look at the baseball and the handwriting is in the exact same style as his suicide note. Kind of messy and slanted. For some reason I just kept concentrating on the fact that it looks exactly like his hand writing from his suicide note. I was staring at it for a really long time. Kurt eventually came back and sat down.

The dream then cut to my dad and I in a small apartment living room. It was where the scientist lived that was helping us time travel. I remember that the scientist was explaining how everything worked, but I don't remember what he said. The only part I do remember is that we had to have these little microchips inserted under our skin somewhere. I told my dad, "I don't remember putting this under my skin the first time..." and my dad told me that he had done it while I was sleeping. I really did not want to put this in my skin for some reason. I was freaking out. I just told them that I was going to stay in the 90's. My dad said that I was not allowed to. I asked him where he put his microchip and he said that he had just SHOVED IT in right about his clavicle. I guess my dad is just that hardcore.

I told him that there was NO way I was doing that. So, in desperation, not anger, pinned me up against the wall and planted the microchip in right about my clavicle. I was resistant, but I could tell that he was really scared about leaving me behind in the 90's and that he did it out of love.

Then I woke up.

Welp. That's all I've got for now. I've been having a lot of dreams about spiders too, so we'll see where that goes.