Dreams 12/12

Dreamt I was at a huge indoor flea market, the place went on and on. It was also a mess, stuff just piled-up. There wasn't a lot of good stuff, no dolls. I ran into my old neighbor, Bobby, and his wife, there. Ron was there, too. There was a tiny musical instrument case underneath some rubbish on the floor. When I opened it I saw it was an electric guitar, silver, and looked like it was made for a two-year-old. I was showing Ron, and for some reason said Putin would like it.