Meta Doll Blogging
Hello, dear readers, I had the strangest dream…
Today, I decided to take some of Eve’s fashion advice , I’m in the process of narrowing down my vacation wardrobe, which is not going especially well.
Neutral blouse: check(ish). I didn’t think this blouse was going to fit me. When I managed to wiggle into it, I was thrilled. Who doesn’t want bell sleeves?
Denim: check
Gorgeous scarf: check
Dangly earrings: check
Fringed bag: check
Superfluous sunglasses: nope! Couldn’t find a pair I liked enough with this particular outfit. May sacrifice style for functionality when I get to sunny Bangkok, though.
Overall, I’d say this look isn’t so terrible 😉
I must have dozed off after setting up my tripod while waiting for the camera battery to charge, because things got weird!
It started when the wall at the front of my tiny disintegrated before my very eyes, leaving the front of my place open to what should have been my lawn. Instead, I found myself faced with a city-block-sized room with a sky-scraper high bookshelf, with books taller than I am, and a massive table with all sorts of clutter on it. Boxes with people drawn on them, BMR something or other.
Not only that, but I was a good four stories up! I was afraid I might fall out of my kitchen, which now reminded me more of one of those sky cells from Game of Thrones. Like any sane person would do, I scrambled backward.
Have I mentioned I’m afraid of heights?
Then a giant appeared! It had to be at least as tall as six people stacked on top of one another, maybe even bigger. I could easily have fit in the pocket of the big, flannel shirt. I was horrified, but I found I could no longer move! I screamed and no sound emerged, I willed my limbs into action to no avail. It sighed, as if annoyed that I’d narrowly avoided death. Then it spoke in a decidedly feminine voice…and it knew my name.
“Moira, honestly, I just got your hair perfect for the pictures! Dammit! I know you can’t help it, but falling over when I go get the camera, really? Just a few pictures and I’ll put you back on the couch.”
She picked up my now stiff form, meticulously moving my arms, wrists, hands; it took me a second to realize I was being posed, like some sort of doll! She fussed with my hair with a comb that was at least as tall as I am, before tilting my chin down. Then came the camera, oh my god, the lens was the size of a family-sized pizza. The creepiest part, though, was my reflection.
I was trying to speak, trying to move, trying to demand to know what was going on. But my reflection simply stared back at me, unblinking, with that cooperative half-smile. It was me, but it was me as though I were a doll!
It was such a bizarre moment, and the realization dawned on me that I was dreaming. Once I had that figured out, I relaxed, knowing I couldn’t actually be hurt. Unfortunately, unlike lucid dreaming, I still couldn’t impact anything.
Thankfully, the dream giant was gentle. I’m not sure if she was trying to re-assure me, but she was talking to me…or maybe to herself, hmmm …. about what a nice job “Betty”, whoever that is, had done on my “repaint”, whatever that is, and how photogenic I am.
Uhm, okay, crazy giantess lady, whatever you say…
She looked down at her camera, presumably scanning the pictures shed just taken and smiled. Now, even knowing it was a dream, that smile was a little horrifying – my head could have literally fit in her mouth, and dreams can easily take a turn from weird to scary without warning.
Thankfully, she didn’t eat me. Instead, true to her word, she carefully placed me on my couch and handed Krull to me.
That’s when I woke up. My tiny house is still fully intact, tripod waiting to be used, Krull napping with me.
How weird are dreams?!
Anyway, thanks for stopping in and I’ll see you next time :)
