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    July 25th, 2009 "The White Stratocaster"

    by , 06-04-2011 at 02:39 AM (453 Views)
    So it starts off in my local White House of Music, but it looks nothing like my White House of Music. There is an off white strat for sale with a rosewood fingerboard. I remember playing it and apologetically telling the man up there I'm already buying a strat at guitar center. I put it back on the wall and walk around for a little while. My cousin Scarlet comes in and gives the man a receipt that magically turns the stratocaster into a cigarette. In fact, I remember seeing the receipt. It said Deposit/1 Camel cigarette and Withdraw/ (Some word that began with an "A") Strat cigarette. She started smoking it which is weird because she doesn't smoke. I literally was thrown off the edge and started to yell at the top of my lungs.

    Next thing I know, I'm in my uncles' basement. I'm still seething about the recent destruction of the strat but there is no one inside to tell it to. I walk outside to a winter landscape in my uncles neighborhood. He was playing a wierd game that involved picking up trash cans and throwing them into a pyramid of trash cans, causing a mess. I start playing but stop after I tossed one can maybe 100 yards too far. I said in the dream "I guess I don't know my own strength" At that point I woke up from a serious Cliche but soon fell back asleep. For some odd reason, the whole road was set up to play this game and the last course had a large snow wall in between the throwing position and the pyramid. My uncle Steve tossed one can over, hitting the corner of the pyramid. Then he pushed over the snow wall, which must have been 30 feet tall and 6 feet thick.

    At this point, I remember being with some friends and getting into a fight at their house so we put in this game like GTA4 but its me against him in a death match. I'm in a White Mob Suit. By that, I mean I'm in a cape and rings and a fedora and black wing tips. He's in all black attire. My weapon is a 6 shooter that for some odd reason, I choose to fire from my hip and hold it exactly old west style. I remember battling in these really complicated landscapes that I am not up to explaining right now, but the general theme would be in a city, port side. After I do a lot of running and jumping, the game ends and the dream ends.

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