I've dreamed that I'm in the streets of an unknown city, in a pretty torn down condition (both me and the city). I've walked up to a 'public musical instrument repository' (in my dream, it was a place on the street that I just intuitively went to as a sure and obvious thing). It was just this door in the wall in an alley and you meet a person who manages it and you tell them what you want to play and then you just borrow it for free. So I told that guy that I want hang (space drum) but one that is the best, and would be good for me. So he's handed one over to me and I said 'OK this will do'. The drum certainly had a story. It was all crooked, and asymetric unlike the perfect hangs you can see in these youtube videos. So I sat down on the curb, started playing and was amazed at how amazing the hang sounds. It felt so real, but at the same time I think I realized it's a dream. I felt the uneven surface of the hang, and the difference it made when I tapped different spots. Then for some reason a middle-aged couple approached me and the woman started asking me about drugs. I said that I'm clean, or something in that sense. And then I woke up.