The Special Armoire

Date: 9/21/2018

My dream started out with a murder happening in an unfamiliar house, police were at the scene; taking pictures of the evidence, my eyes suddenly focus on a surprisingly small armoire sitting against the wall near the victim (was probably 5 feet tall) with some minor blood splatter against the beautiful black colored wardrobe. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the wardrobe and eventually found myself searching and obsessing over the thought of having it for myself...I NEEDED IT. I eventually found the place where it was and quickly got my grubby hands on it (to my convenience, it suddenly had back wheels) and rolled it back to my place. There wasn't anything inside but maybe some dust, I ended up putting it in the corner of my room where I could happily obsess over it for as long as I wanted to. I woke up one morning to find the skeleton of a man in my room, staring at the armoire (he was alive somehow); In shock, I asked him what he was doing in my house and he told me about how long he had been dead and how the wardrobe used to belong to him. We talked for a while and I actually thought he was a decent guy- er skeleton... but after I finally built up trust in him, he told me he was taking me out for drinks (which I didn't turn down). All was going good, and he ordered our drinks, my drink had a weird taste to it.. like powdery. I turned to the guy who was suddenly wearing a necklace with a vile that had a white powdery substance inside (it was arsenic apparently). I thought it was a date rape drug and I started freaking out and left. I was always bringing the wardrobe with me wherever I went and one time I took it with me because I was running away apparently.. I left with it out the backdoor and through my back alley. Suddenly one of my two sisters ran out into the alley towards me (in some uncanny valley kind of way). I asked her what the heck was wrong and at first she looked at me confused like she didn't know me, but then she said "Emily's (my other sister) having a seizure, and I think she's dead." My jaw dropped and I ran back to the house asap, to find Emily with her head buried in a pillow as if she was sleeping but I knew she had died over this weird seizure she had. Weird things started happening whenever I left with the wardrobe, bad luck and death and all that.