Getting guitars

Date: 11/16/2019

I came into a living room, but the place felt like a church. The sacred feeling you get when you get into a place of worship was all around. I sit on the floor next to a guitar stand with 3 or 4 guitars in it. I really want to touch them, but I refrain. They belong to the guitarists in Disciple. There is a hard case for an acoustic guitar nearby. In my head I hear Crazy Train over and over. It never stops. I’m considering how to play it better. I feel very introspective. I look up. Josiah is in front of me. He has a guitar in his hands, Les Paul body, grey, cloud-like pattern. He has a goofy smile, seemingly excited to offer this to me. He places it gently in my hands, and asks if I need a pick. Of course not. I always have like 7 on me at any given time. I hope he will help me. Another person comes up to me. He says he has something else in mind. He runs up some stairs of what seems to be a bell tower. There are guitars there too. He comes back with one that is an acoustic but the color of my electric guitar. It’s odd, but the color is better. I play some. Time passes. Kevin (of Disciple) shows up, they sit on the couch, I sit on the floor, and we watch TV together. (That may seem odd, but actually it probably means nothing. I’ve always preferred the floor for watching TV, and more often than not, I sit or lie on the floor. My entire life it’s been that way) An orange and white cat finds me there and keeps affectionately rubbing its face on my cheeks. It’s kind of annoying, but I don’t complain, because I know the cat is doing it because it loves me and not because it wants to be a pest. Kevin asks someone to get the cat away from me, because it’s obviously annoying me, though I didn’t complain. I wake up.