The drug baron’s mansion / Interior decoration dream

I’m led in to this mansion; big , with trees, and bushes in an orchard , and a walkway to the front door. Men holding Uzies, guarding.

They lead me inside.

There is a corridor, on the one side a line of doors, on the other side an open courtyard, with flowers and bushes , and even a tree in the middle. The court is surrounded by a low wall , about 1 meter high, with benches and sofas on the corridor side. I sit on one of the sofas , my back to the courtyard.

The walls of the corridor, are decorated with paintings, vases. I see all around a collection of string instruments; a cello , a double bass. Here are also strange string instruments, such as a large (double bass-size) instrument, only with an oval shape. Instead of having the instrument lean on the wall (vertically ) this instrument is propped up by legs like a timpani and is horizontal. I see several of these instruments, some with the smooth lacquer-covered dark wood, like cello, and some damasked intricately, like an uod (Arabian string instrument). After waiting, hearing chirps of birds, I am called to the office of the baron.

The room has a desk and chairs with dark leather upholstery.

He offers me a drink, I decline. He’s smoking a cigar, and eventually puts it out in a glass ashtray , that has a geometric shape, with many facets.

The baron looks like a middle aged man, not fat, with a calm, soothing strangely benevolent face. But I know, through the dream narrative, that he is not. I know that he is very dangerous. He looks a bit like my grandfather.

I don’t remember what we talk about. I only remember him telling me “you better be useful to me” then the phone rings, he answers, and after a few words asks me to wait outside.

I am seated again on a sofa in the corridor , one of the strange ornate string instruments is just in front of me, where a coffee table should be.

The instrument is beautiful and the strings seem to vibrate by themselves, softly calling me. I can’t resist the urge, and I pluck one of those strings. The sound that it makes is deep and mellow and so different from anything else.

Suddenly the baron’s door is opened and two guards (they are wearing business suits) come out straight at me, and drag me back to the baron’s office.

The baron’s expression is cool, an Al Pacino-like cool, he doesn’t seem benevolent anymore though.

I remember telling myself that there is a gun pushed at the side of my head.

“now”, he says, dryly “we have a problem. You played on my strings and for that I should kill you , but on the other hand you could be useful to me” he says. “so here’s what we're going to do , I’ll be fair and give you chance. All you need to do to save yourself is to tell me how can you be useful to me. Can you understand?” he asks . I nod.

I strain to find a reason, nervous. I remember thinking what a useless waste of air I am. The baron is waiting patiently. His expression turns from cool, and focused, to bored. He’s bored by this. he’s going to snap his fingers...

Finally, I understand, and tell him “I can make it interesting” . I don’t know what I meant by that.

He smiles, he strokes his forehead with his right hand, the plume of his gray hair brushed back. He’s thinking . He then turns his look away from me , as if looking at a man standing behind me. He tells them to let me go. The ending of this dream is a feeling of relief. I’m saved..