Dream of

I am walking through an unfamiliar home with a group of people. I know them, but don't see their faces. It is night and we are on the second floor at the top of the main staircase. Suddenly, very loud, there is the noise of breaking glass. Like hundreds of plates and glasses being thrown on the floor. Someone turns to me and points. "It's here! It's right here!" they shout through the roar of the breaking plates. I wake up frightened, anxious.