burton_bean

I felt like I was outside a maze. I was walking down a gravel path and noticed my room. For some reason I had the sense that this outdoor area with a tent pitched was my room! In it were my three guitars, but there were also 3 other ones. I picked up the coolest looking one, and felt like I had owned it for some time now. The strange thing was that the stringless neck, flopped around like it was made out of rubber. I wasn't worried though, because for some strange reason I knew once I put new strings on it, it would play just fine. I picked up another guitar, and was now carrying two of them on my way to band practice. The dream fades...