Dybwog

It's dark at nighttime, in the mudfield. There's a wooden cart on fire, and about 7-8 Asian women trapped underneath it crying for help. At first I think I ran away, but then went back with the help of Dulta or Anton and together we saved them. I carried a pretty one on my back and made some compliment to her. Somehow they were not injured in the slightest.

We brought them back to a house, I think it was Dulta's but it was very small. We left the women there and when we returned, they had turned into little dolls.
My aunt remarked something along the lines of "Isn't it endearing how he thinks these dolls are real?".