I had a nightmare about a bass I used to own. I dreamed that I was at church with a natural finish ash body, maple fingerboard Stingray 5 I used to have. I used the restroom and when I came out, the bass had been destroyed. A chunk of the body was missing. The pickup was gone and knobs from the pots were gone. The lower horn was gone and it had no strings.
There were lots of kids around and I suspected they did it, but I was mad, and I was hoping an adult did it, so I could fight the culprit. Later, I was in the church sanctuary and all I was wearing was underwear and a towel. I was angry and rude to everybody although I was largely being. Ignored.
As goofy as it was, the dream felt real. It was nice to realize it was a nightmare. I guess a Freudian analyst would have quite a lot to tell me.
There were lots of kids around and I suspected they did it, but I was mad, and I was hoping an adult did it, so I could fight the culprit. Later, I was in the church sanctuary and all I was wearing was underwear and a towel. I was angry and rude to everybody although I was largely being. Ignored.
As goofy as it was, the dream felt real. It was nice to realize it was a nightmare. I guess a Freudian analyst would have quite a lot to tell me.
