Dream

I met up with a tall curly-headed friend in the south exit of the Piccadilly Circus tube stop in London. We had been friends while I was living in London years ago and were meeting up to talk about old times. We met up and then we weren't in Piccadilly Circus anymore but wandering around the shops of Camden Market. My tall friend was replaced by my mom who had a good luck Japanese doll for me that she said came from an old friend of mine. I took it home to my old flat near Marble Arch. It was a wooden figure with red hair and a red kimono. Turns out it wasn't lucky at all but kind of possessed by some negative energy from a past crime. I felt that it was negative, but I couldn't convince anyone that it was until I put the doll next to some sort of metal and it melted into a red steamy liquid that I put into a flask. My mom suggested that I go next door to the Buddhist priest's sanctuary and ask to have it cleansed. I told her that all we needed was some sage, but we didn't have any so I headed next door with my flask. I had to climb a ton of super steep steps, so steep that I had to slide the flask up onto the next step and pull myself up onto the step kicking with my legs and pulling with all the strength I had in my arms. I finally reached the priest who didn't really look like anyone in particular. He took my flask and looked at it and chatted something and handed the flask back to me. It bubbled and turned green. That's all I remember.