I was living in New Jersey, admittedly quite young, when I dreamt about the doll. It was one of those soft bodied dolls that was common for children in the early 60's, with a smiling ceramic face and a soft plush body. It was also one of my very favorites, and I carried it everywhere like Linus carries his blanket.
In my dream, I was standing on a cement bridge, watching the current of a swift-moving river zipping quickly under my feet. Suddenly I saw my favorite doll, face up in the water, being dragged through the water far below my feet! I looked around quickly to see if there was anyone I recognized but the streets were full of indifferent strangers!
So I raced across the road to peer off the other side of the bridge and here came my dolly, still face-up, practically imploring me to save it from the waterfall looming ahead! When it crashed over the side, tumbling in a volley of other dolls, and styrofoam cups and detritus from other observers, I woke with a start.
Sitting up in bed, I wondered if my doll were really missing. Had it really gone over the edge of a big waterfall? I looked for it in vain. Under the bed, in the closet, smashed in the blankets or under some toys.
To this day, 45 years later, I have never seen it again.