Dreams can not only be scary, but they can also shape us to some extent. Now, dont laugh at this..
When I was approx 7 years old I had a nightmare. there was not much to it really. I was pushing a baby in a baby carriage up a long sidewalk to a little shack/house. I pushed open the door, and went inside with the carriage. The room was filled with baby carriages all filled with dolls. I looked at all the dolls, and then looked down into the carriage I was pushing. The real baby in my carriage had turned into a doll, and then all the dolls in the other carriages came to life.
That was it..it doesnt seem like much, but it had that horrid feeling that nightmares can have, and it terrified me. The next morning, at the age of 7, I went though my bedroom, and threw every doll I had into a garbage bag. I never owned another doll again, and to this day, I cant stand to have them around me. I learned to be okay with rag doll type dolls..you know, the kind that dont look like human babies, but real looking dolls still give me the creeps. Growing up, my daughter never owned a realistic doll. Raggedy ann FTW!!
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