broken dolls

I dreamt that I was at a salon of sorts. It was odd though. People would wait in a nice lobby of sorts that looked more like a cozy hotel lobby. Then when your turn came, you went to a station. I was called on. I had just been going through a package though. It was filled with antique dolls and other antiques and memorabilia. I think they were from my family, but I wasn't sure. I did know that I found them important to keep and keep nice. I gathered them up, but it took a minute. By the time I was at the hairdresser's station, I asked if I had lost my place in line. If so, I would have to start all over it seemed. She said I hadn't. I asked where I could put my things that they would be safe. She pointed to a room just off the salon. It didn't feel like a safe place to me. There were children there and people could go in and out. I reluctantly put them there, not wanting to make a fuss. The woman started working on my hair. I had decided I needed something new... to cut off the length. I looked up and saw children going through the box. I said I had to go check and told them to leave the box be. I looked through the box and some of the porcelain doll busts had been broken. One in half and one into three pieces... I was a bit heart broken, a bit angry.. but thought I needed to let it go. It was done and there was nothing I could do about it. I went back to the chair to continue the cut... more happened, but it is foggy now.