I don't remember a lot of details, so this will just be a very basic, unembellished account. I was dreaming that I visited a guitar store, conveniently located in someone's garage/basement/warehouse. I was there for a some kind of band tryout or jam session, not to purchase anything. It was a pretty dimly lit, unorganized place, and there didn't seem to be much in the way of amplification. I'd brought my own guitar and cables, but I expected to plug into the house system, so I left my amp at home.
There weren't any amps in evidence, though, so most of the guys were playing sans amp, which really just sounds like a bunch of clicking with zero resonance or musicality. As an event, it pretty much sucked. I played a few indistinguishable licks and started rolling up my cables to leave.
"Hey, where's my 25 footer?" I protested, noticing that my longest cable had somehow vanished.
No one would cop to anything, and I grew frustrated. My cord had certainly been lifted, so I began doing a lengthy search of the entire premises. The only things remotely similar were a couple of brand new 50 foot cords behind the counter. I picked one up to examine it, thinking it might have to do if push came to shove.
"Don't touch those!" the proprietor fairly screamed. "You've got $50,000 worth of guitar cord in your hands."
Completely dismayed and taken aback by the absurdity of the price, and still miffed over my own missing cord, I nonetheless dropped the cable, muttering to myself about thieves and robbers. A mullet headed fellow jam session participant tried to console me.
"This happens, man. I'm sorry, but you just have to roll with it, dude," he said, leaning in as if to give me a hug.
"The hell," I said, spurning his sympathies. I was in no mood for platitudes, sincere or otherwise.
I went on searching in vain for my missing guitar cord for quite some time, finally waking myself up out of desperation. It was pretty tame as far as nightmares go, but I was glad to have hit the eject button. I have enough frustrating nonsense to deal with in real life.
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