This was the last thing I saw before I went to bed and had a nightmare of an empty doll in a pitch black room that did absolutely nothing, yet still filled a pit in my heart at the same time, since I could literally do nothing to escape my situation, even when I went as far as treating the doll like a punching bag. One dream lead to another, and finally I had a bout of severe paralysis where I underwent hallucinations of a guy calling me at 5 AM in a pissed off, muffled voice, while I could hear very clearly in the other room my mother yelling "[son] get your fucking man out of my house!"
I couldn't even move for an entire minute during the time I felt a sense of urgency and dread wash over me.