The dream takes place at my great-grandfather's house, but in the dream I did not recognize it as such. I'm with a guy (who I understood to be my husband) and two other people. We're all sitting outside of the house in front of the garage and chatting. My husband mentions our anniversary being tomorrow and starts to talk about the big surprise he has for me. I silently freak out, as I completely forgot about it and don't have a gift to give him. I go inside the house to see if there's anything I can steal and give to him. Inside it looks like an antique shop- TONS of old-looking knick-knacks and dishes are stacked everywhere. As in real life, I move around the place delicately so that I don't accidentally knock over any precious item. I call out to see if anyone is inside, but realize the house is abandoned. I hear my husband call to me from outside telling me we're about to leave, so I quickly swipe an item, put it in my pocket, and leave. As I'm rushing out, I accidentally bump a glass mug that falls to the ground and shatters. I quickly scoot the glass out of the way with my shoe and continue to the front door. As I walk out the front door, I look back and see a boney, shadowy figure standing in the house. As we drive away I see a face in the window. It's that of a woman with small black eyes and a white face. The skin around one side of her mouth is gone, leaving a row of exposed teeth.
The dream cuts to everyone at mine and my husband's house. Everyone is chatting in the living room while I'm in the kitchen. I'm looking at the item I swiped, turning it in my hands. It's a little white, porcelain music box in the shape of a well. On top of the well is a small birthday cake. When I twist the small handle of the music box, the birthday song plays. I'm embarrassed that this is the gift I'm going to give my husband for our anniversary, but decide it's better than nothing. When I look up I see a man standing in front of me. He's tall and boney- so boney, it looks like his skin is just stretched over his skeleton without any muscles to fill the frame. His hair is light-colored and wispy, and sticks out at all ends (like the Fred guy from Courage the Cowardly dog).
I freak out and run to the living room. I tell everyone what I saw and my husband looks angry. "Did you take anything from the house!?" I show him the little music box. "I told you not to take anything!" (I don't recall him ever doing this but oh well!) "You have to return this or they'll follow you forever to take it!" I freak out and ask if we can all drive back to the house tomorrow to return the item. My husband agrees, but says I have to go into the house by myself. I can see the figure of the man and woman standing in the other room, staring at me. I think about the mug I shattered and worry that they'll follow me forever since I can no longer return it to its original place in the house. I'm getting scared and upset, then I woke up!
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