Hug the Devil Doll
So I dreamed I was in a horror movie. The movie was in theaters, although I was living it as though it was happening at the moment. However, I was aware that it was in theaters, and since the production was already finished and I was still alive, I was obviously going to survive until the end of the movie, even though I didn't yet know what was going to happen. Very weird, circular logic... dream logic!
In my dream, the movie kept getting referred to as 'an Omen,' which implied that it was part of The Omen series, but I have no idea why, since whatever plot I could distinguish had nothing to do with any of The Omen movies. For the record, I have not seen the new Omen, and it has been many, many years since I've seen the original.
For the earliest bit I can remember I was on my wheel chair rolling through a very narrow hallway with lots of sharp turns and strange angles. Everything was kind of grayish, there were thick cobwebs over everything, and a weird, dusty goo-slime piled up in corners. Now, why was on a wheel chair, you may ask? Because I was Barbara Gordon. Obviously. Occasionally I'd have to get off the wheel chair and 'walk' around using my hands to investigate stuff.
Eventually I rolled my way out of that hallway and into the house proper, which was bright and homey and lived-in looking. In fact, in my dream it was my Aunt Francine's house, even though the layout was all wrong for Francine's RL house (no creepy goo filled hallways, for one). The colors and feel fit right, though. Why Aunt Francine was still my Aunt Francine despite me being Barbara Gordon is beyond me, but it was one of those things that, in dreams, you don't really question.
There was this doll possessed by pure evil in the house. She was some sort of weird Raggedy Ann variant. She'd start upstairs, where she would commit random destructive acts. Then she'd walk downstairs (and usually converse with me at some point during this part of the process), then go through the door leading to the basement. Then, after awhile, thanks to the power of pure evil, she'd appear upstairs again and start the destruction and trip over again.
I would eventually have to investigate where she was going, which I knew was where the climatic final scene and confrontation of the movie would take place (I knew this because when I looked at the door at one point, the set of clothes stapled to it in the general, flattened figure of a person, moved it's right sleeve to pat the door fondly, as though it had a hand in it's sleeve), but for whatever reason first I had to go upstairs to investigate where she was appearing. It is important to note that, while the Devil doll was causing a lot of general destruction and breaking a lot of my Aunt Francine’s possessions and such, I 'knew' that she would not harm any people as long as (a) we were nice to her, and (b) she thought I loved her. So I was always very nice and friendly and pretending to be interested during her trip down, when she'd stop and talk to me with her weird, flat voice (her Raggedy Ann mouth didn't move or anything, BTW... no magic animated blinking eyes or anything. She'd just look at me, and I'd hear her talking without seeing her do it).
I had gotten off my wheel chair and was pulling myself up the stairs with my hands when the doll passed on her latest trip down the stairs, and meanwhile Aunt Francine appeared at the top of the stairs. She was kicking a few evil animated toys out of the way, but it was more nudging them with her feet so they couldn't trip her up and stuff; there was no violence or anything like that. She also seemed to take the situation in her house fairly well, and was very chipper, having the same wide, warm, friendly grin that I associate with real Aunt Francine. "I knew they were doing a horror movie here, but I didn't know it was an Omen!" she observed at one point. She was mostly there to provide friendly background chatter. For whatever reason, I wasn't too worried about her safety. Probably because (a) like me, her being alive proved that she survives, somehow, and (b) I hadn't upset the Devil doll yet, so she should be safe.
Anyway, at that point the Devil doll told me, "I had a headache. I cut it out, but it still kind of hurts." This prompted me to shift so that I was sitting on the stairs (and could therefore use my hands) and pick her up and inspect her. I turned her around. On the back of her head was another Raggedy Ann face, this one sadder than the face on the front side, but it had been sliced horizontally and something had been removed, so it was loose and open. I suddenly knew/remember that that particular Raggedy Ann variant had a little stuffed cloth heart that was sown into the back of their second faces, and it was supposed to increase their charm and their value and was part of their distinguishing traits (Yuh, because having a heart in your head is pretty unusual). When I saw it, I was sad, because now the little doll would be less valuable and such (because, when it wasn't being possessed, it was my aunt's doll). I was about to give it a reassuring little cuddle-hug (as part of the whole keeping it convinced that I wuvved it!) before setting it down and allowing it to continue on its trip to the basement when the alarm went off and I woke up.
Overall, I found the dream to be vaguely creepy and disturbing as I was experiencing it without being out and out frightening.
In my dream, the movie kept getting referred to as 'an Omen,' which implied that it was part of The Omen series, but I have no idea why, since whatever plot I could distinguish had nothing to do with any of The Omen movies. For the record, I have not seen the new Omen, and it has been many, many years since I've seen the original.
For the earliest bit I can remember I was on my wheel chair rolling through a very narrow hallway with lots of sharp turns and strange angles. Everything was kind of grayish, there were thick cobwebs over everything, and a weird, dusty goo-slime piled up in corners. Now, why was on a wheel chair, you may ask? Because I was Barbara Gordon. Obviously. Occasionally I'd have to get off the wheel chair and 'walk' around using my hands to investigate stuff.
Eventually I rolled my way out of that hallway and into the house proper, which was bright and homey and lived-in looking. In fact, in my dream it was my Aunt Francine's house, even though the layout was all wrong for Francine's RL house (no creepy goo filled hallways, for one). The colors and feel fit right, though. Why Aunt Francine was still my Aunt Francine despite me being Barbara Gordon is beyond me, but it was one of those things that, in dreams, you don't really question.
There was this doll possessed by pure evil in the house. She was some sort of weird Raggedy Ann variant. She'd start upstairs, where she would commit random destructive acts. Then she'd walk downstairs (and usually converse with me at some point during this part of the process), then go through the door leading to the basement. Then, after awhile, thanks to the power of pure evil, she'd appear upstairs again and start the destruction and trip over again.
I would eventually have to investigate where she was going, which I knew was where the climatic final scene and confrontation of the movie would take place (I knew this because when I looked at the door at one point, the set of clothes stapled to it in the general, flattened figure of a person, moved it's right sleeve to pat the door fondly, as though it had a hand in it's sleeve), but for whatever reason first I had to go upstairs to investigate where she was appearing. It is important to note that, while the Devil doll was causing a lot of general destruction and breaking a lot of my Aunt Francine’s possessions and such, I 'knew' that she would not harm any people as long as (a) we were nice to her, and (b) she thought I loved her. So I was always very nice and friendly and pretending to be interested during her trip down, when she'd stop and talk to me with her weird, flat voice (her Raggedy Ann mouth didn't move or anything, BTW... no magic animated blinking eyes or anything. She'd just look at me, and I'd hear her talking without seeing her do it).
I had gotten off my wheel chair and was pulling myself up the stairs with my hands when the doll passed on her latest trip down the stairs, and meanwhile Aunt Francine appeared at the top of the stairs. She was kicking a few evil animated toys out of the way, but it was more nudging them with her feet so they couldn't trip her up and stuff; there was no violence or anything like that. She also seemed to take the situation in her house fairly well, and was very chipper, having the same wide, warm, friendly grin that I associate with real Aunt Francine. "I knew they were doing a horror movie here, but I didn't know it was an Omen!" she observed at one point. She was mostly there to provide friendly background chatter. For whatever reason, I wasn't too worried about her safety. Probably because (a) like me, her being alive proved that she survives, somehow, and (b) I hadn't upset the Devil doll yet, so she should be safe.
Anyway, at that point the Devil doll told me, "I had a headache. I cut it out, but it still kind of hurts." This prompted me to shift so that I was sitting on the stairs (and could therefore use my hands) and pick her up and inspect her. I turned her around. On the back of her head was another Raggedy Ann face, this one sadder than the face on the front side, but it had been sliced horizontally and something had been removed, so it was loose and open. I suddenly knew/remember that that particular Raggedy Ann variant had a little stuffed cloth heart that was sown into the back of their second faces, and it was supposed to increase their charm and their value and was part of their distinguishing traits (Yuh, because having a heart in your head is pretty unusual). When I saw it, I was sad, because now the little doll would be less valuable and such (because, when it wasn't being possessed, it was my aunt's doll). I was about to give it a reassuring little cuddle-hug (as part of the whole keeping it convinced that I wuvved it!) before setting it down and allowing it to continue on its trip to the basement when the alarm went off and I woke up.
Overall, I found the dream to be vaguely creepy and disturbing as I was experiencing it without being out and out frightening.