Forever in Debt to Your Priceless Advice

I'm in this weird, desolate place. I look at my surroundings and I notice a lake. I begin to walk towards it. Upon closer inspection, I realize the water in the lake is dark red. I fear this is blood, and keep my distance from it.  I examine the lake. In the center of the lake there is a marionette-looking figure. He has no strings, and looks like a skeleton with a green tint to his bones. I see it collecting red poppy flowers that seem as if they are falling from the sky. I look up at the sky and see that they are being thrown by yet another marionette. This one is smaller with horns and huge white stereotypical angel wings. Its face looks like that of a baby doll. It is throwing down the red poppies from a basket it carries. Once the skeleton marionette receives a poppy flower, it squeezes it, which causes it to bleed red, thus explaining the pigment of the water. I watch this in awe until I am tapped on the shoulder. I turn around and find myself face-to-face with none other than Kurt Cobain. I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me and says something about it not being safe there. He grabs my hand and we begin to run. We are soon in a forest. The trees there have fetuses hanging from them. We keep running and running. The forest is full of dark, yet vibrant colors. Suddenly, we stop at this weird shack-looking building and go inside. Inside, there is an array of strange items, many of which Kurt owned. I assume this is his house. Kurt faces me and looks deep into my eyes. His brilliant blue eyes are filled with sadness, but I see a spark of something else in them too. Hope? Compassion? Empathy? He grabs my wrist and says, "Don't forget what you promised me."