Photo courtesy of ralphunden.
I dreamed that I was outside at dusk in a vast, open, snow-covered expanse of land. There were a few other people with me and nearby. We were about to participate in some kind of artistic event—a live performance or happening of some sort.
Then it was full dark, and we were watching Kurt Cobain (the deceased lead singer of the band Nirvana) use a laser to cut through the permafrost on the ground. The laser issued from the end of a contraption that looked much like a fire hose. Kurt held the fire hose over his shoulder, squatted down, and fired a bright pink laser at the ground. The laser sliced through the ice and churned it into a glowing, chunky slush. It was fascinating to watch.
Dave Grohl, the former drummer for Nirvana and the current leader of the Foo Fighters, came to stand beside me to watch Kurt do his art piece. Kurt used the laser to draw a longer line through the ground, and suddenly a large slab of ice gave way beneath him, causing him to fall through into a body of water that had been below the ice this whole time.
Dave and I laughed: Poor Kurt! That couldn’t have been fun. I looked at Kurt, and because there was (inexplicably) a light source beneath the water—like an underwater light in a swimming pool at night—I could see that he wasn’t moving. Then I remembered that the water must be unbelievably frigid. Hypothermia could set in quickly, and Kurt might drown. He hung still beneath the surface of the water, and he flapped his hands toward us in a come-hither motion, urging us to come rescue him. I also noted that he seemed to be naked now, as far as I could tell while looking at him through the water.
I jumped into the water. It was indeed frigid. With my right hand, I grabbed Kurt, and I stretched my left hand back up to Dave at the edge of the ice. Dave pulled us toward shore, and together we were able to get Kurt out of the water.
But when we got Kurt back up on land, I saw that he wasn’t just naked; he had changed into a woman. He was now a young, petite, naked woman who was still in danger of freezing to death as she stood soaking wet on the icy ground. Dave and I each took an arm and guided her toward shelter, where I knew her life would be saved by the hot shower that awaited her. Then I woke up.
