I go to eat at an Indian restarant with a friend. I notice I'm wearing my guitar. (Although, it turned out, after I woke up, I realised it wasn't my waking life guitar.) It's fretless(normal), King V body(so metal. yuck.), black and blue, with a wammy bar. I wonder, "Why is there a whammy bar on my fretless?" I try to decide if I want to keep it in front of me. I don't want to risk dripping food on it. So I carefully put it behind me.

An Indian group is there. Sitar(s?) and drums. They start playing. I turn my guitar around and start playing along with them. There are two beautiful women at our table. I think about how I'd better not fuck up, in front of them.

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Interpretation?: I want to make droning music, and impress women.

I thought dreams weren't supposed to be so obvious. Where is the stuff we didn't already know? I need to buy some Indian music. Pran Nath has first priority.