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…


::pause::


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.


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…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.  I tell ya…this is weird as hell~


What do you guys think?