I was in a house with my boyfriend. We were on our way to moving to another country. Not sure where. We had many suitcases and one of our cats. I didn't know the people we were staying with, but he did. They were his "friends". I've never seen them in waking life either.
There were two young women in their early twenties there. Both looked Spanish. They were smaller than me, and they were really passive aggressive with me. I was getting extremely uncomfortable.
I was feeling like I wanted to leave. I wanted to speak to my boyfriend about how I was feeling, and I went to do that, but he was speaking with the younger of the two girls. It was obvious that they had something going on. She was angry with him for bringing me there. He was crying and pleading with her. I caught on that he really loved her. Maybe he had left her for me? I was obviously older and more well off.
I decided to go upstairs again and pack up whatever I had taken out, and call a taxi. It was obvious to me that I had made a very grave error. I looked on a table to my left, and there was an obsidian sphere with two candles burning on either side of it. I looked at my reflection for a moment, and another reflection manifested. It wasn't my face. It was kind of grotesque and malformed. I stepped closer to it, to see what was going on there. I knew that the reflection was that of another being that was influencing the events happening in that house.
I walked away, and as I did the two young women came up the stairs. I was standing in front of the door to the younger one's bedroom. They were glaring at me. I made up something to say. I could feel the hate. I wondered why in the world they had agreed to let us stay with them before our trip away. Or did they agree at all? I was confused. I thanked them and went back into the room with the obsidian ball.
Then my boyfriend came up the stairs. I told him that I understood what was going on, and that I was not going to go through with things with him. I'd be calling a taxi in a moment, and goodbye forever. I was hugging the cat trying not to cry. He seemed as if he was going to plead with me next, but just then the actual living man coughed in the back of my head and woke me up.
I told him about my shitty dream, and now he's making me a nightmare recovery omelet