I was dreaming I was at some guy's place, not sure the original reason, but I happened up a miniature guitar in a bag while snooping around his place.
It was an oddly shaped instrument, made out of something between wood
and ceramic, but finely crafted in a mostly cylindrical fashion. It had
the same number of strings, but the fretboard was tiny. I attempted to
make a chord, but my fingers weren't accustomed to the strings and it
was tuned to some weird tuning with which I was unfamiliar.
I picked it up and he told me, "Twenty dollars and it's yours."
This sounded too good to be true.
As I fished about for the twenty bucks, the guy went out on his balcony and unceremoniously shed his clothes for an impromptu photo shoot being assisted by some bikini-clad models. I didn't know what to make of it, so I went about packing up the guitar into its bag, hoping to perhaps sneak out without paying.
No luck, he was back before I knew it and I had to explain that I didn't exactly have the money on me, but I'd perhaps return with it. In the meantime, I was going to just take the guitar, if that was alright.
I don't recall if that ever went through or not, as I woke up soon thereafter to another cold, gray day.
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