I dreamt I was with a friend in a combination of a big Goodwill store and an old kinda Victorian house. We were browsing things, and a little girl and her Mom were a little farther way.
We were going up and down these aisles of large shelves filled with little used toys and trinkets, and the little girl was doing the same thing behind us. My friend was sort of this blurry presence around that slowly faded away, and then it was just me going up and down these aisles.
The little girl would find some little toy and leave it for me, and then I would do the same for her. This happened a few times, and then I had trouble finding something that I liked enough to show her. Finally I found something and left it out for her, but she never left something for me again.
I got worried and felt bad that I took so long to find something, and then I found her mother. She was upset at me, asking me why did I leave these toys, and I think the little girl was now dead. Then I find an old toy that she had once left for me, and when I touch it I'm transported back in time at the little girl and her mother's house. The toys that I left to show her appear in the house, and the mother would get freaked out and take them away, only for them to show up again, held in the little girl's arms. She would tell the daughter that the toys are bad. And then she would see me (in the past) and tell her to leave her daughter alone, that she got a puppy to protect the daughter.
So I guess I was a ghost that was haunting this little girl and she liked me but I was also somehow involved in her death.
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