I sometimes have a dream where I come across guitars that I have lying about the house but I forgot about because I never use them, or I'm reunited with guitars I had long ago. They're never guitars I actually DID have in real life, though - nor do they look like any guitars I can recognise. In the dream I always feel a lot of joy for re-discovering a favourite guitar. Then there's the other dreams where I re-visit some town from my youth - Birmingham, Nottingham, Newcastle, Lincoln, Ludlow, all places I lived or spent time in. The places in my dreams don't resemble the actual place in any way, of course, but they're always the same and I can find my way through every street. I know where all the guitar shops are, and I always make a beeline for them, but when I get there they've never got what I want - in fact they've just got junk, assorted bodies and necks and bits and pieces. I daresay Freud could make something of it, a yearning for something from my past, or it represents loss, etc. I don't know.