sanity is relative

I dreamed I was a little girl, not myself but some other girl, in a vaguely steampunk setting. I had a life-size doll, it looked like a teenage girl and was dressed in a lot of black, Victorian style. I tried to make her come to life (I don't remember how anymore) and it worked. The doll, however, seemed to recognize someone on the street when I took her for a walk. The stranger was a woman with long, dark hair and a big black bow in it. I changed perspectives to the doll, who really felt like she had to figure out why it was she knew this woman.

Then I woke up.