Dreamt that doll had a spirit. First my mom had killed it years before. Then I either killed it for knowing something or because it made me uncomfortable. Then it's spirit had gone into a child and so on, each needing to be killed. Then it showed up in a new doll. It looked right through me. It felt awful. I wanted to kill it better this time so it couldn't jump bodies. People were coming and I kept trying to start the fire to burn it in. My brother had made CDs ... A boy and a girl one. I wanted to use the packaging for the fire. Mom said it woud be nice to throw the cats in there. Meaning dead ones.. But an old sick one went in and we didn't try to save it.
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