With the Type-A Mom Conference still fresh in my mind, I’m spending some time with the stack of business cards I collected to get a feel for the people I met. I’ve just surfed over to Down to Earth Mama and saw a post that has me holding my sides from laughing… the evil doll post!
Until the nightmare. Until Chewy turned on me in a fit of rage and tried to strangle me (note: I had not seen Chucky). She chased me around the house, knocked over chairs, jumped and floated through the air like she was staring in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The nightmare seemed so real, so intense.
I woke up scared, but with a mission. Chewy turned on me. The friendship was over. Even at four, I was a fighter…
Oh how I remember those nightmares when I was a kid! Some nights I’d struggle to fall asleep as I imagined my Barbie dolls and Chatty Cathie coming to life. I clearly remember pretending to sleep with my eyes open just a slit so I could catch them as they became animated.
Sometimes I would turn them all to face the wall so I wouldn’t feel like I was being watched. Then when I married, I learned my husband’s stepmother was a doll collector. That was some creepy stuff … staying the night and getting THE DOLL ROOM! Gah!
I am so glad I was not the only one that went nuts on their dolls. And doll collector rooms does = creepy.