I'm at some type of vintage guitar show, there's one seller who says all his inventory is downstairs and no, you can't go downstairs unless there's something down there that you want.

[Strangely, there was a store in town called "A" Harmony Music that had a similar policy, but they never let you downstairs, they would bring the instrument up. "How do I know how much anything costs," I asked? "You tell me how much you want to spend and I'll tell you what we have. THAT'S HOW THINGS WORK! You don't go into a car dealership without knowing what you are going to spend!"]

Somehow I guess at an amplifier they think that they have and I'm taken downstairs and through a black curtain. They make me wait by the entrance, they do not to find the amp.

I spy a Peavey T-15 and I ask how much it is. "Where is that?" I point it out but they have no idea what it is, so I walk towards the instrument and I realize almost all of these guitars are just paper cut-outs, like that White Falcon ad that was on eBay.

The room changes a bit and is now some store. I have become disoriented, but I spot the T-15 again, I go to where it is, but it's not there when I get there. Now I comprehend that there are optical illusions setup in the store, the paper cut-out guitars are different sizes, a counter-theft measure? I calculate where the guitar should be...and wake up.

Some people are just hard to do business with.

Wow sounds like a nightmare allright. Don't think i'd spend much money in that place. Did you wake up in a cold sweat?

I think it's symbolic, about chasing pictures, moving standards, how it's related to the illusion of supply and demand.

I'm a little sick right now.