The foot and the doll

I was in a house (perhaps we had just recently moved in — there was more to this dream before this point that I can't remember), in my first-story bedroom. I noticed something really bizarre below the window — just along the edge of the wall, sticking out of the floor, was what appeared to be a human male foot, bottom-side up. I was both vaguely disturbed and fascinated.

I decided to pull up the rug and see what the foot was attached to. Instead of it being a human (body), it turned out that there was a weird female doll lying there in the floor, about 3 feet tall, made out of beige-painted metal, with joints and hinges very obvious, wearing perhaps a Victorian-era off-white dress. I brought it to the kitchen where my mom and dad were. My mom recognized the doll, but didn't really want to be associated with it. Apparently she had stashed it away there in the bedroom.

Williamsburg neighborhood mall house hunting

Walking around an upscale suburban neighborhood in Williamsburg, looking for a house to move into. A few of the facades are kind of impressive, whitish painted brick, three or so levels with irregular outcroppings, lots of windows. Most of the other places are less impressive, and indeed it seems like many of the places are no bigger than small shops in an indoor mall. In fact, I feel like parts of this street are indoors. I noticed that one house was for sale for a little over $600,000. I thought I could probably afford that, over time.

The house at the cul-de-sac also had the white painted brick thing going, but had a flatter, more traditional look. In the second (third?) floor window, a woman was sitting in a chair and happened to be looking out the window as I was looking up.

As I came to the bottom floor of this house, it turned out that this was a separate establishment, not directly connected to the house. It was under the house -- a small, cramped clothing shop, with many racks of clothes on hangers, and a door in the back leading somewhere further, which I did not investigate.

Later, I also ended up at the top of an escalator, basically at the roof level of the house. This was a much bigger, open space, but still indoors, again with many individual racks (a lot of them circular-style) of clothes hanging up. Many people were browsing the racks. Alongside the top of the escalator was a long railing, such as at a mall, overlooking the ground (cul-de-sac) below.

I figured I would write down the address of the house to look it up later. I think it was 180808 or something like that. Didn't recall getting a street name.

Confectioner's shop as a new home

At some point among these dreams my family and I made our way through a quiet merchant's section of town and make our way into an abandoned confectioner's shop or some such. It seemed small from façade, but it actually had entrances on other sides of the building so it was pretty decent sized. Apparently mom and dad want to buy it as a new house. It even has a second floor, as evidenced by the staircase in the back from the door we came in. Another door was kind of to the left and in front of the staircase from our perspective. The floor, ceiling and walls seemed to be made mainly of deck wood, nothing fancy. The roof was actually arched in places, not completely flat, to my recollection. The front counter was in front of us to the right, with a wall 6 or 7 feet behind it. The wall extended left as far as the counter, and the stairs were set several yards further back to the left of this, so that the floor made a sort of L-shape. The stairs didn't go too high, it was open so you could see the railing of the hallway at the top of them.