I had a dream last night — a real dream — from which I woke up not even sure where I was until I turned on the light and could see shapes. Out loud I said: “Wow, that was some dream!”
Like most dreams, I don’t remember details, but I know I was a girl, not a woman. It was a pink world of toys, but they were toys big enough for me to use. A merry-go-round on which I could ride. A toy train that ran around on tracks. All pink. There was clothing for me — pink — and of course it was the right size.
I looked at the doll-type shoes and thought, “Oh, they are so small,” but suddenly they were my size. Then I remember thinking, “Of course they’re my size because this is my dream.” I put on the pink skirt and shirt and those doll-type sandals which were very comfortable, even though they were plastic and didn’t look comfortable.
Now it was time for me to go, but my mother (who has been gone for 40 years) came and told me that my grandparents (who I don’t remember because they died when I was a toddler) were paying for everything, so I could take anything I like with me. Someone had already taken away the merry-go-round, but the whirl-a-gig was available as well as the little train, so I took both of them and all the clothing I could get into pink shopping bags.
Which is when I woke up to say: “Wow, that was some dream!”
I have absolutely no idea where it came from of what it means, if anything. Its not from a book I read because I’m in the middle of a long, awful history of the period leading up to World War I which isn’t pink or girlish. Nor did I watch anything on television that had anything to do with it.
I wonder if all the dolls sent it. Was this the dream of dolls?