Tune a guitar, already

 

I dreamed I was going back to school. Nothing serious, just electives. I was going to learn some guitar stuff from a lady music teacher.

Naturally, I showed up without my guitar, so I had to go home and fetch it. It was only mildly embarrassing, since I lived close to the college. 

Of course, when I opened my guitar case, I found my
guitar was not only out of tune, but partially disassembled. I took an extremely long time trying to tune it, and broke several strings in the process. 

Feeding the new strings into their proper holes with the guitar in pieces proved too much for me. I spent the entire rest of the dream struggling with that.

There was another lady, a school administrator, who was kind of sweet on me. She was a large black woman wearing a loose fitting chiffon type blouse, the kind typically worn by older, heavy-set office workers.

The guitar teacher lady and I had just been talking about her when the amorous administrator showed up and started complimenting me on one thing or another. It was a bit awkward, since I was still struggling with the damned guitar string business. 

I had another dream earlier with details I shan't be dragging out here. Suffice it to say, it was a lurid sex dream, and it left me with a <ahem> bad taste in my mouth.