Entering a large rectangular room, giant hearth on one side, assorted sofas and chairs in the middle.  At one end is a massive credenza stretching to cover the whole wall.  Where a mirror might be there reaches to the ceiling a profusion of carved animals and birds interspersed now and then with mirrors and paintings.  The credenza and all the carvings are made of very dark wood, so dark that details are murky.  One of the paintings near the top, near the ceiling, is just large letters that almost seem to spell out a word but I couldn't read it.  JUNG, maybe?  I recently bought a book about him.  It is hung upside down.
One of the other walls is festooned with musical instruments, especially stringed instruments.  Many of them are unfamiliar to me.  One of these is a harp, but made of dark wires.  It is hanging from the ceiling and the bottom, also wire, is curved upwards like a rocking horse base. 
A crowd of people have entered the room, moving randomly about.  I pick up the harp and find that I can play it reasonably well.  Partly because I can see lighter areas on the wire strings where other people have put their fingers.  I play some arpeggios and scales.  A policeman of some sort strides purposefully through the crowd, ignoring everyone.  With some apprehension I play more loudly, thinking that he will assume I'm innocent.  Because see?  I can play the harp.