It surprises me how many of my nightmares involve my dolls being destroyed. Even if the rest of the nightmare is unrelated to dolls!
I’ll be running from zombies in a dark corridor when suddenly I trip and smash my doll.
Or I’m being held captive in a secret facility underground. During interrogation, the evil agent suddenly pulls out my doll and threatens her with a hammer!
I care a lot about my dolls, I guess.