Found a text file with another dream written down.
I was in a city, in a rather dirty and run down part, possibly in the late 1800's. I was riding on my dream's version of a subway, it was like old-fashioned passenger cars with velvet seats and cast iron fixtures, rolling along tracks suspended in the air that went around the perimeter of the city. When you wanted to get off, you were put on a side car that detached and went down another railway that curved away from the main one.
I was with a little kid who was very annoying and his mother, who was very strait-laced and a bit snooty, but quiet. We finally got off the train together and were looking for something in the basement of a very old brick building. The little kid was carrying a doll that was made of dirty, moulding burlap that was almost black, and had a square head with no eyes or mouth. As we wandered around the basement, trying to find whatever it was we were looking for, we suddenly heard the kid call from another room saying something about a "crackling noise".
We went into a separate room where he was and we found him pointing at a brickwork structure about 2 feet square and 3 feet tall and hollow in the middle like a short chimney. It had some straw on the top that was burnt-looking and slightly smoking, as if someone had recently tried to set it alight, but then extinguished it.
I told him the noise he heard was from the straw burning. "No, watch" he said, as he laid his nasty burlap doll on top of the straw. Suddenly the doll started to swell and jerk and began smoking along with the straw. I thought apparently the leftover heat from the burning straw was causing the strange movements, when suddenly it split open at the belly, and started to melt like burning plastic or melted cheese, all bubbly and steaming. The kid reached out to hold up it's bubbling head, when it started speaking in his father's voice rather jovially, telling him "where the money was hid".
His mother was observing all this very coolly until the voice started up. "Make it stop!", she suddenly snapped, "Shut it up now!". Her expression held no fear, but a very cool and cunning expression, as if she had heard enough to know the kid's father had hidden some money, and how to go about getting her hands on it.
In my dream, I knew she was plotting to rip off the kid, and I vowed to watch her every step.