Last night I had a dream about my guitar. I was going on a trip with a bunch of my friends, but then the guitar was a terrorist threat, so I had to hide it so they wouldn't nuke it! So I was running all through the airport with my guitar case and I finally wound up running into the closet that's in my little cousin Chassie's room. And I crawled through all this stuff and there were grey and white rats, but I wasn't scared, and I hid under a matress and hid the guitar under some other stuff and then my mom and the cops came and they got all mad at me for being a terrorist even though I wasn't and threw me out the window. Then Dad was walking through the cemetary to pick out tombstones, and he decided we don't need one for me, and then they cancelled the funeral. :(