My guitar retreat

I have only few impressions from last night. I was living in a large compound in the hills, kind of like a summer camp setup, with lots of pine trees and cabins for visitors to stay in. I had a couple of guests with whom I was going to play some music. I had lots of guitars and amps all scattered among the many cabins. 

I was in one cabin with James Reed who was playing along with "Superstar" on one of my better guitar and amp combos. Although it was a Carpenters song, Joni Mitchell was seeping through my nocturnal music playlist, which always seems to land on her during my REM cycle. I grabbed another backup guitar and had to settle for my crappiest amp, the Peavey Audition 10.

"I'll have to make do with this one," I announced proudly, hiding my disdain behind a smile.

I next had to locate a patch cord. Damn. I couldn't find anything of any better quality than a very cheap curly cord, the springy telephone cord style. I knew for a fact that it was one that had a tendency to crackle, which was gonna suck.

"Fine, fuckin' fine!" I griped. 

I really didn't want to have to go to the other cabin to fetch one of my many other nicer cords, but I was gonna have to. Besides just being extremely averse to having to actually do anything resembling work, I knew it would spoil the moment and the jam would be lost. I left Red playing there, and I went to fetch the cord. On my way to the other cabin I met Richard Leon, who had been jamming with me earlier and was now taking a break.

"Hey, check that out!" He pointed to a white bird perched on a feeder.

"Is it a hawk?" I asked, not really knowing my birds. "On account of he's bullying the other bird." 

I also observed the strange shape of his head, marked by small catlike ears. This would have made it an owl, but no matter. I was on a mission. I retrieved the cord and was on my way back to jam with James before the dream ended. It did end, however, without any real accomplishments or cohesive story to speak of.

Earlier in the dream, I'd been walking down Stonehedge, and I noticed that someone had taken a lot of the logs left by PG&E's tree trimming crews and made a kind of decorative hanging Western themed framework for the street. Kind of like the typical ranch gate theme with logs for gate posts and a log suspended in the middle where there is usually a sign that indicates the ranch's name. 

It was a pretty elaborate and frivolous way to get all the excess lumber off the ground, but I liked it. A lot of work had been done to get all those pieces cut and suspended with chain. The result was an impressive promenade, worthy of an old-timey Western parade. Anyway, a picture would do a better job of describing it than I am capable of, though I doubt anyone has actually designed anything that resembles this just due to the amount of work involved to achieve the resulting decorative motif.