Last night I had this weird dream. I decided that I wanted to get back the high stool that I used to use when playing harpsichord (high, because the harpsichord was sitting propped up on a table). I remembered giving it away to some used goods store so I went to several including the one I thought I had used. I wandered around its many rooms and couldn't find it and the owner said he thought someone had taken/bought it. Oh well, I thought I won't get it back.
Of course it is still in the house - on the first floor with a few dance skirts draped over it.