Dreamtime - Tuesday Night

[kalibex]

Some grand dream-epic, so broad and sprawling, I can barely be arsed to try separate it into coherent scenes. There was, in no particular order: An attempted invasion, some seige of a town, saboteurs, the Master, someone I thought was the Doctor, me poking around in some strange house with some other girls and one older guy, me trying to help restart this 'sonic broadcast' that was, I thought, part of a planetary defense grid and necessary to thwart the invasion (involved holding a large sound source up to a giant microphone lying on the ground), me trying to find my way out of a 'scientific institute' along with some guy, and grabbing cookies from a hallway table as I went by (I swear, I'm NEVER gonna lose any signifigant amount of weight at this rate), me trading stiff and snippy telepathic quips of the 'Admit it; we were right' sort with T & R (two former friends from whom some other friends and I are currently estranged), seen on my end as the manipulation/re-arrangement of the text on the outside of a round metal biscuit tin.

You know; just an ordinary night in 'Dreamland'..

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[jenndolari.livejournal.com]

BUT the Doctor is in there!
But THE Doctor is in there!
But the DOCTOR is in there!
But the Doctor IS in there!
But the Doctor is in THERE!

[kalibex.livejournal.com]

Heh, you should've seen the dream where someone coaxed me into climbing aboard a jet by appearing like the guy (Paul McGann) who played the '8th Doctor' in the tv movie (and quite a fine Doctor he made, too)...

Now that</>, in retrospect, was a trifle embarrassing. All someone had to do was wave a 'Paul McGann' in front of me, and I climbed after him like any of the Pied Piper's victims...harrumph....

[jenndolari.livejournal.com]

That's okay, I've been known to completely restructure my day around a redhead's whims. ;)