all these many story lines were twisted in my dreams. i'd see part of the dolls, then it would skip to whack-a-mole, then to the townhouse, then back to the dolls
Dream:
i had a goth guy doll that was alive. it looked like Dream from The Sandman by Neil Gaiman. he only stood about a foot tall, and he was not scary. eventually another doll just like him appeared, but was female and clothed in more layers. she was unnerving, but he seemed to love her, so i took good care of them both. they had a little black nest of stuff in my corner under my desk. to charge them, i would have to connect them together. i coul dtell she had dark plans, and he seemed happy about them, but suddenly she died and her body disappeared.
