Guitar Dreams


So, for the second night in a row, I have dreamed about my guitar.  Understand, I don’t play or know how to.  I got the guitar in a trade and have done nothing with it in the 4 years I have had it. 

Someone wanted to buy it last week and I wouldn’t sell.  It is a cheapo guitar, but I keep thinking someday I might learn to play.  Maybe that is what triggered my dreams.

Night before last I dreamed I was going out to the storage garage to get my guitar and learn to play it.  When I got there, the garage door had been broken and my belongings were scattered everywhere, with parts stolen from my bikes.  I forgot about the guitar at that point and don’t know whether it was among the missing.

So last night I dreamed I was hanging out at a nice little whorehouse (very cozy and victorian) and I saw my guitar sitting on a couch.  I mentioned that I wished I could play it and one of the girls said she would teach me.  I was amused thinking about paying a hooker to teach me to play guitar, but thought maybe I could work in some “extras” as well.

I’m not sure what detritus my brain was trying to sort through when it manufactured that one.  The hooker was really cute and friendly, though.

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