A doll in Dreams

This was so interesting

There was something going on, societal collapse I guess. Wherein, we (my family of creation and I) we’re roaming about. We did not really have a home, but that seemed to be a positive. We were somewhat more prepared for the whole collapse thing and had some idea of what to expect.

In a larger city (larger than our current one) we sat idle and wondered nonchalantly about dinner. Just then a commotion ensued and many people ran in and out of a local grocery store. We went over and spoke to the attendants. They were standing by the door, just observing people coming in and out with food.
“The food is free?” I asked
They shrugged. “Since the money collapse, no one has enough to pay for anything, and it would just rot. So. Take what you need.”
The last part came out more as instructions than information.
I thanked them and went inside. I wondered briefly how they paid for the freezers and lights but, just chose something for the family to eat for dinner and walked back to my family.

We sat at a picnic table. There was an overly agitated man there, and some other people. He was angry and trying to contain himself. From behind, a young toddler girl of about 2 approached him quietly and touched his calf. The man reacted in spastic violent backward kick which sent her sprawling
I screamed, but the incident occured and I shot up and ran to the girl. I didn’t know her, but she was wailing and screaming in pain. The man looked at her and seemed guilty and contrite, he seemed to be about to bend down to collect her. I yelled
“Don’t touch her!” And he veered away. I scooped her up. She was a mixed girl and very pretty but I had no idea who she was. I took her back to the table with us, as thankfully she wasn’t hurt.

At some later part of the dream, I spoke to John about selling our home. It was already sold, thankfully, and so we didn’t have to worry about the property zealots who were taking people’s items for “tax” on their property and who forced them to give up every single item they owned. Ironically, the homeless we’re now rich; they had nothing but no zealot could rightfully take their possessions and it seemed, they didn’t want to.
I spoke about the payment and he showed me the check. “More than I thought ” he remarked. The check was made out for about 1200 something. I marveled at the change in value of things for a moment.
We were in an abandoned house. Most of not all of the houses were abandoned now. In the backwards system of the zealots, they only cared to take every thing from the contracted owners, and wanted the owners out. They did not care if someone else moved in or used it. I wondered briefly why people didn’t just give everything they owned to their neighbor, and do a permanent swap. Then everyone would still “have” all of their stuff. But I guess it had more to do with their mindset.
I went upstairs. It was an old house but nice. It was very dirty though, I guess from all the people staying and going and not cleaning it. I wondered briefly again why people wouldn’t simply clean and care for the house for those who came after. If everyone did, everyone would have a nice place to stay. But again, I sensed this was about their core beliefs and values.
I climbed the stairs and around a bend came to the upper floor. It had an attic space. Boxes and things were piled neatly at one point but had been roughly riffled through. Tossed aside, and sitting in an almost human posture, was a doll. It was a boy doll with a smooth face about 2 and a half ish feet tall. Sunlight streamed in from a window opposite me to illuminate the doll from its side. The light gave it an eerie sense of movement. It appeared to be staring right at me from across the room.
I feel startled. I feel looked at. I quickly leave the room.

Later, there is something I must do quickly in the attic room for some reason I don’t remember. It was to grab something that I had noticed before, maybe.
I climbed the stairs and came to the room, deliberately keeping my awareness concentrated on the floor, found what I needed. It was further away than I recalled - almost right in front of the doll-
My eyes moved to the doll seemingly against my will. It was looking at me, and It was bigger, although in exactly the same posture and position. The light was no longer playing tricks so I knew that when it did move, it was actually moving. Before my eyes, it grew in size, and came closer in proximity. I immediately shut my eyes and felt around for the thing on the floor- a broom I guess - and then I just gave up and backed my way to the staircase landing. I didn’t want to fall down the stairs so I opened my eyes.
The doll was maybe a foot from my face and enormous. It filled the room. I felt quite alarmed -! I didn’t feel threatened exactly, but it was so sudden and huge that I wanted to get away quickly. In front of me, on the dolls forehead I quickly made a cross a few times.

Then I woke up