well. this is what happened. My sister owns lots of dolls. porcelain ones. Some of them are very old ones. so heres the dream. I kept seeing them moving out thye corner of my eye. Then i kept waking up and finding them crawling along the ground. when i looked at them. they stopped. when i looked away, they started crawling again. So i told mum in my dream, and she said she was scared and we all had to leave NOW. So we spent one more night in our house. Then, i was awoke by something at the bottom of my bed. A doll. But this time, it was crawling towards me. Its legs didnt work, but it was clambering along on its arms. It got right close to my face, and then, it laughed, and i saw something i dont wanna talk about. Im really scared, that i may have been going through a psychic attack in my dream. why am i dreaming such things
damn that sounds pretty scary... hang in there kid i think you're just processing something in the subconscious... but the fact you can express it shows that your not being overcome by it. honestly im hangin on the edge of my seat. i wanna know what happened after he laughed?! sounds like the inspiration for the Chuckie movies.
i used to be dead afraid about dolls, Still am i have the damn parcelin dolls too I am courious though what did u see that scared the crap out of you?
Man, that sounds awful! If you keep having heavy nightmares like you are, make a dream catcher. It's always better than just going out and buying one because you are actually taking time to make something beautiful. Most of all BELIEVE in it! Don't question its power, laugh at those dolls at how you beat them at their own game! Good luck kid, stay strong!
well... this is what happened after the doll laughed. Its face started to melt, it was still laughing, but it was turning into a more metallic sounding laugh. then, it opened its mouth (a gaping hole) and sucked me in. I woke up everyone cos i was making noises in my sleep again, and then i blacked out, and woke up at about 5:00 am or something
Wow. Usually when I read or hear about someones dream I never fully grasp or imagine it the way the teller interned. But, tie dye kid 454, I ran your dream picture-perfect. That was one fucked up dream. I could just imagine. Yikes. Or you're one hell of a fiction writer.
