I had a dream that I bought one.
It's a myth that if you die in a dream, you actually die for real, because my wife killed me in this dream after I bought the guitar. Yet I'm still around.
"You only think you're still around. You're quite dead."
"But...I think, therefore I am what I am, and that's all that I am, I'm..."
"You're not Popeye. Trust me. He's a myth, too."
"OK, but I do have a jones for one of these."