I dream that I receive a round, soft package in the mail. There’s an orange sweater clumsily rolled up inside, it used to be mine and I wore it all the time in high school, but I haven’t seen it in years. The package comes from London and it’s from an old friend from school but there’s no note. I try to remember why she had my sweater, I look through my old photos and I find a video where we’re chatting in the middle of a town I don’t know. A giant felt doll is walking close to us and looks right into the camera, I immediately know she’s evil.
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Twenty Years Later I’m still Heartbroken About That Doll
I dream that it’s raining and I’m looking transfixed at a toy store window. On display there is a secondhand Skipper doll, just like the one I had as a child. I walk inside and ask how much she is, the owner says 45 bucks. I buy her. The owner leads me to a basement where he’s keeping a dozens vintage porcelain dolls. I think I recognize some of them, as if they were mine in a past life. I tell the owner about how my father maliciously decapitated my old Skipper (this happened IRL). Moved, he takes a tiny paintbrush to add some details to the new one, make her extra special for me.
Then I dream that my siblings and I are children again and we are moving to a new house. We decide who gets which room, we sell all our plants. We dismantle the old kitchen. Deep down I’m sad to leave the old house and I know I will miss the local stray cats. I’m relieved when I wake up and realize I’m not moving after all.
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