On a whim, I checked a certain well known classifieds site to see if the guitar I dreamt about was listed. I had a very specific set of finishes and hardware in my mind. Lo and behold, there it was, triple binding and all. It was even cheap.

Lucky for me, the President was in town and I had a bunch of shit to get done, so I deferred the purchase. I am sure this is the right thing but I do actively try to listen to dreams, so maybe in a week or two. Although, honestly, what do I need another underplayed guitar for?

Running out barefoot into the dusty dawn street, dodging barrelling lights-out traffic. Both the cars and myself were charging to the side of the canal to watch the transit of the gigantic blue and white submersible recently acquired by some dream magnate of my mind.

A black-and-ivory Les Paul with gold trim.

A conversation with someone about the essential brilliance of Roger Ebert.