Stairs, Dolls & Going Home: A Dream

I won’t make a habit of telling you guys my dreams…sure, they’re entertaining and what not. I just don’t want you all thinking I’m several sammiches short a very odd-shaped basket.

The only reason I’m really sharing this dream, on this day of 10-10-10…is because of the ending.

The beginning is garbled. As per my luck in my dreams, the escalators, stairs and such are always ill-formed to travel on. Going down when I want up…or vice versa is always a recipe for disaster. At one point in my dream, I was on a set of stairs outside my old elementary school…and they were so huge and steep, that I couldn’t get down them to the sidewalk.

Anyway…I find myself back at the apartment that belonged to my best friends from the PJ’s. Apt. #2B is where a LOT of good times rolled. (I lost my virginity there, lol) Anyway…I’m there and so are the siblings I kicked it with. S & Q…along with my sister’s godsisters, were there. I have recurring dreams (and Joy will understand me) where I spend an inordinate amount of time trying to pick things up, put them in a bag and leave…yet, I can never remember everything, find everything…or things keep falling out. I had all of these clothes that clearly were mine that needed to go across the hall to my grandmother’s house. (She died this past March…I lived with her for a number of years). This is where it becomes bits and pieces…

S, flirting with one of the godsisters (ticked me off)…
The eldest godsister had me thinking she had a real puppy…but it was a stuffed one…
There were talking toys that went back and forth between being real and not…
I decided to leave because there was this one toy I needed to get to my grandmother’s house…


My grandmother kept a doll on her sofa for years, that us girls always wanted to play with (esp. my younger sister). She was a Black doll made of nylon or some synthetic material. She had cabbage patch features, but she wasn’t a cabbage patch doll. She was better. She had long black yarn ponytails and a cream colored dress. She once wore socks, but those disappeared. When she died…my sister wanted it and I thought that it should go home with her. She now has the doll with her.


…I get to my grandmother’s door. I look for my keys (which look a lot like mine do now). I fiddle with them, kind of knowing that I don’t have the key to her door. I “blink” (if you’ve read the last dream, it’s when I make things happen for me in my dream)…and I see the VERY distinct PJ’s key. (There’s NOTHING like a PJ’s key…it was exclusive to the PJ’s in Mt. Vernon, NY. It was expensive to cut…and if you lost it, even more expensive to replace). I get into the door. The doll I had with me comes to life as soon as we hit the door. This “doll” becomes a beautiful little 4 or 5 year old girl. Four parted pony tails, long and silky. Round face, the complexion of mine. {{insert tears}} I put down the bag of clothes and things I gathered from the other apartment, and take her by the hand. I lead her to the back…the floors are shiny and reflective…I can see very little furniture. NOTHING like it was when my grandmother actually lived there. I get to my grandmother’s room and she’s lying there. Behind her on the bed is the doll that once sat on her sofa…but it’s like IT grew up. It’s full-sized, mature in appearance, but sleeping. My grandmother awakes and asks me who the little girl is. I tell her I found her and she needs a place to stay. I tell the little girl to call her grandma…and I tell the little girl that she can either call me, “Kali” or “Mommy”. She agreed. I woke up.

~Normally, in my dreams…when I dream of people who have passed on…they are “visiting”. So, this one has me a little stumped. I normally don’t dream of dead people once they’ve gone on. I wasn’t thinking of her. I wasn’t eating anything peculiar before my nap. The TV was on low…so no environmental noise. Ā I tell ya…this is weird as hell~

What do you guys think?

9 thoughts on “Stairs, Dolls & Going Home: A Dream

  1. My opinion…since you asked…is that this has less to do with your grandmother dying and more to do with mothers in general.

    The doll that you had came to life and you told her she could call you Mommy. Your grandmother was there with the doll that sat on the sofa, only it had grown. Yep…your maternal instincts are kicking in, Dearie.

  2. Very astute interpretation, God'ess…you just may be right.

    btw…I did read not long before of a friend whose little niece died. Perhaps that triggered something as well?

  3. @God'ess~ It's always heartbreaking when the babies leave šŸ˜¦

    @Dai~ Really? That's cool. I can dig that. šŸ™‚

    I hear all the time of how hard it is to recall a number or read writing…and I do it all of the time. Interesting.

  4. That was a powerful dream and I agree with those who commented before me.. Those types of dream tend to make me feel weird.. I miss my granny a lot and I dream about her a lot in my dreams she is always living…

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