The chair and the guitar

This here blog is going to be the chronical the bizarreness of my dreams.  I know on the normal version of "Well, Cool." I have shared some of my dreams. My friends, this is just the tip of the iceburg. The Titanic has a lot more to worry about with this blog. I am going to write up the dreams as I remember them. Include pictures where necessary.  It is going to be great. And spectacular. And crazy. And will probably invovle David Bowie ALOT. Because that is how I roll.

Here is what I remember from my dream last night. Might as well jump in, right?

I went to a fancy store. I can't remember if it was Bed, Bath and Beyond, or like Tai Pan Trading? Whatever. It was fancy and I don't go to these places for various reasons (NOT my style...).  So, I was walking around looking at the foofy stuff that I know my mom would really love, but that I could care less for.  As I walked to the front of the store I found this swivel chair, not of high quality. It was one of those kneeling chairs without a back.

I don't even know how the heck to use of those things.  But I was pretty enamored with it.  The price of it was precisely $19.99.  I thought to myself, "hmm, not bad, 20 bucks for a chair". I was SOLD when I found out that the chair doubled as a guitar stand. You just had to rearrange it a bit.  So, I picked one up to purchase, the black one, because I am always drawn to black first.  I stood in line and as I stood there I debated over the color.  I really do this in real life, such a dumb decision puts me in agony, especially if I end up making the wrong choice. Anyways, I was nearing the front of the line when I had a moment of inspiration, "If I am going to use this weird chair as a guitar stand I should get the red one, because my guitar is black. And I really want my guitar to stand out, because it is so good looking." I promptly left the line and put the black chair in the a completely different place in the store, I don't really know why. I went over to the chairs and grabbed the last red one.  It was not very pretty, it was the "Try Me" one so it had some wear and tear. I was pretty upset about that. I like my things to be pretty and shiny when I put my money into it. I was having such a hard time because the black one was new and untouched by other peoples butts and knees, but the red one would be the better choice for my guitar, which was the ultimate reason I was buying the contraption in the first place.  I sat there for, seriously 50 mintues. Exactly. Ended up buying the red one. And then the dream ended with me scrubbing the red one clean with my guitar sitting by my side.