When I was a kid, I used to have this bizarre, recurring nightmare. I was stuck in a playground made of creepy mannequins. (Think: designer scarves strewn over monkey bars and slides lined with plaid fabric.)
As I moved through this playground, swinging on swings and sliding down slides, the mannequins came to life and began to slowly stalk me.
The more I tried to escape them, the more of them I touched and the more of them I accidentally brought to life.
By the end of the dream, I’d be...