I am not sure who I was... a Companion to the Doctor, yes but... I don't know which one, and I don't think I was "me" either. And, it's not often people look like themselves in dreams but I do remember that the Doctor looked like #10 - and I even noted it in the dream that he had the wrong face on, cos he was suppose to be #11.
But anyway...
Something had gone wrong and I'd been separated from the Doctor and I followed my first instinct and... built myself a TARDIS of my own. Mine was smaller, at times looking like it could fit in my hand, but at other times feeling like it was just enough to fit a couple of people, and then maybe the size of a small closet. Though it never felt as infinite as the real TARDIS.
I often used my TARDIS to take breaks, and once convinced someone to go off on a holiday with the promise we'd be back in 5 minutes. Not sure what happened to that person.
I had gotten a little showy with my time travel fun however and had stopped off at a cafe where the Doctor had been before. The cafe owner there had always been helpful and I was going to show off to him. I asked him for a coin and had said that he deserved this... I was planning on doing a time jump to put the coin in the lottery - like how the Doctor had given Donna her wedding gift - but... a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me up and out of the chair.
It was the Doctor and he was ANGRY.
He questioned me about the bomb project I was working on with the government - but he kept calilng it Elizabeth, while my project had a different name. Something about the new project was drastically wrong, and ... may have come into be from my horsing around in time.
He took the TARDIS from my hands and, although still angry, he noted that my lock was biometric and was impressed. Still... he was going to leave me there.
"You can't!" I exclaimed. "It'll pull me through anyway. I'd rather be sucked through by a few feet rather than half a planet."
I don't know if it was true at first, but then my dream made it so - my TARDIS couldn't be taken through time and space without me. If the Doctor used my TARDIS to leave (not sure where his was), it would pull me along anyway. Not very pleasant, though survivable.
While in the TARDIS he calmed down a little, especially as he noted how well my copy was made. At first there was some concern that I'd stolen bits of his to make mine but he soon realized it was just copied, nothing stolen.
We stopped at his home world first - Gallifey?... um. Yeah but it looked more like a damp forest. And soon after we got there, we sat, resting against trees and then I realized it was getting harder to breathe. Something in the world around us was collapsing. The Doctor was in pain - so was I.
I put my finger on the keyhole to the TARDIS, held on the the Doctor, and wished our next location. It wasn't much better. The TARDIS now looked a little like a big iPod touch, or iPad, and the display was frosting over... in the center was an image of both of us, and as soon as the frost reached us, we'd be back in the same situation as before.
So I wished again, trying to think of someplace - and somewhere safe. I thought of MARS but we were outside my handheld TARDIS and that would suck for breathing. So I thought of another place instead and off we went.
We ended up somewhere where there was a man singing tenor, an opera singer. There was something important about him that would solve the issue of the universe collapsing, but I don't remember what it was.
Then I woke up.
Tags: dream journal
I'm feeling:
curious