Topic: Nightmare
I generally don't dream, or don't remember my dreams. Every time that I do, it's a terrible nightmare. Each time I was pregnant I'd have a dream about my husband dieing in some horrific way. When I'd wake up shaking and crying and freaking out and try to retell the story, it would usually be somewhat funny too because of course they don't make sense, even if the emotion feels real. In my dream the other night I found my guitar with all but one string apparently scorched by what could only be a cutting torch (Jim's an ironworker). It also had THREE perfectly round holes in the body, the beautiful mahogany wood from the holes held in place with little hinges on the inside. I was eyeballing Jim as he was putting away some very odd tools as I was inspecting the damage done. Maybe he was trying to install some homemade pick up, or turn it into an electric and going to put in knobs. I like my plain Jane acoustic as is. Either way, I woke up freaking out that my baby had been damaged and had to check to make sure! Thank goodness it's ok. BUT, why am I dreaming about him doing such terrible things to her? Maybe I'm a little annoyed with Jim... or worried that one of his "great" Christmas present ideas won't be so great. Maybe I should get it in the case and lock it up now while I still have a chance!
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