Weird dream morning
Jun. 5th, 2007 07:24 amRound about a quarter after five this morning, I snapped out of a rather alarming dream in which ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solarbird and I, for some reason, were at my childhood house in Louisville, Kentucky. And, at the moment of my awakening, it was in the process of getting swallowed by a sinkhole. I remember the house spinning quite disturbingly in its yard and then tilting, and then the noise of dirt falling on the roof.
Jolted awake, I got up for some water and then went back to bed.
Then, by way of apology, as if my subconscious were saying "You didn't want to dream about imminent death? Oops, my bad, here, have some Doctor", I then proceeded to dream about Dara and me about to become the Tenth Doctor's newest companions. Apparently taking off with the Doctor was going to involve quite a bit of effort, since I had to get all my stuff and then explain to some older ladies (who for some reason were visiting our house, and at least one of whom was a Barbara-Michaels-style author) that no, we didn't have any relations we had to notify about our impending trip. And despite looking like a teenager, I was actually 38.
And I remember the Doctor being baffled about his bones making crackly noises (since at least in the dream, Gallifreyan bones didn't do that), and I was brightly inquiring whether the TARDIS had been scanning my bones or something the last time it had done anything to his.
That latter dream, I blame entirely upon watching "Human Nature" last night, the first of the two-parter that just aired and which was very fine indeed. And yeah, when it comes to cake or death in my dreams, I'll take cake.
Especially if served by the Doctor. ^_^
solarbird and I, for some reason, were at my childhood house in Louisville, Kentucky. And, at the moment of my awakening, it was in the process of getting swallowed by a sinkhole. I remember the house spinning quite disturbingly in its yard and then tilting, and then the noise of dirt falling on the roof. Jolted awake, I got up for some water and then went back to bed.
Then, by way of apology, as if my subconscious were saying "You didn't want to dream about imminent death? Oops, my bad, here, have some Doctor", I then proceeded to dream about Dara and me about to become the Tenth Doctor's newest companions. Apparently taking off with the Doctor was going to involve quite a bit of effort, since I had to get all my stuff and then explain to some older ladies (who for some reason were visiting our house, and at least one of whom was a Barbara-Michaels-style author) that no, we didn't have any relations we had to notify about our impending trip. And despite looking like a teenager, I was actually 38.
And I remember the Doctor being baffled about his bones making crackly noises (since at least in the dream, Gallifreyan bones didn't do that), and I was brightly inquiring whether the TARDIS had been scanning my bones or something the last time it had done anything to his.
That latter dream, I blame entirely upon watching "Human Nature" last night, the first of the two-parter that just aired and which was very fine indeed. And yeah, when it comes to cake or death in my dreams, I'll take cake.
Especially if served by the Doctor. ^_^
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