El V's strangled yells woke me. He was very deep. "Help! Help" finally burst out, before I could get him awake.
A pirate of the Caribbean was breaking through the sliding glass doors to steal el V's electric Strat. He wanted el V's because his own electric guitar, hanging from his shoulder, "a turquoise piece of shit.
"It took me a long time to get back to sleep after that," el V said this AM. "I felt like such a tool for having had such a stupid nightmare. Man, the vodoun dudes would just laugh at me. Dreams have meaning, they're from the other world, and this is what the other world is telling me? That a stupid guy from the stupid 17th century wants to steal my electric guitar? What he'd really want is my Ramirez!"