Today: dreams of diabolical laughter
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beccaelizabethDreamed I was travelling in a TARDIS with the Master. The one with the black velvet and the many episodes I've watched. This time he'd managed to get himself gianted, so he technically fit in his TARDIS but couldn't work any of the controls, so he stole a smaller person to do the button pressing. Then we wandered around time and space doing not very much, errands and stuff until he figured out a way to de-giant. We picked up some extra people, a police guy who looked kind of skinny and gormless, and a big bruiser of a guy who vaguely reminded me of Richard Ridings but probably wasn't.
We landed somewhere we were allowed to get out for a walk. We found a muddy ditch with a random assortment of items tipped into it. It was weird that it was muddy because everywhere else was dry. There were also a lot of shoulder bags that had clearly been emptied out, some of them still with folders in them. Finding stuff to read, climbed down into ditch and grabbed the things. There were some keys but they were mostly bent all to bits. Metal things mostly were.
So then we wandered along picking stuff up and putting it in bags and then were like "hang on, since when was this ditch quite so long?" So we turned a corner and ducked back because we saw Martha. She was hiding in some plants - er the kind farmers grow on purpose in rows, but I don't know names for - so we hid too to find out what she was hiding from. So then a couple of people wandered past and we all unhid and followed them. Well we were following Martha but Martha was following the people. But then we looked around and we were in an inside place with walls and carpet and stuff and behind us there was a window we very clearly had not opened. And also there was water all over the floor from a row of sinks on the wall.
The new place had many more shiny items to pocket. So, you know, we did. Books and candles! Yaays! And possibly Martha's on paper notes, for sneaky bonus points with the boss.
There was lots of wandering around and making friends with Martha who didn't have a clue who we were. (How we, travelling with the Master who hasn't been around since 7, could know who she was, implies some kind of twisty timeline thingy and/or it being a dream). So we investigated the place and then investigated how to get home. We started with opening the windows to climb back to where we started but we were on a very high up floor with sheer glass down the sides and couldn't see any way to anywhere.
So then we pondered, and hit upon the idea that we needed to get it all wet.
Water fight!
The others tried throwing cups of water at it. I managed to rearrange the tap and stick my thumb under it so it sprayed upwards and made a fountain. So I put all that water along the windowsill and sure enough a portal did appear.
Then it was only a question of clambering through it while someone kept the water going and trying not to get too muddy.
We all went back to the Master. Who was travelling in a blue box. Which I had at first wandered into because it looked all familiar and homey.
Usually the Master has a TARDIS with no obvious door. The Doctor's TARDIS is all doors and windows. And has a flashing light on top. And says to ask for assisstance. Bit of an attitude difference there.
But anyways, we came back loaded down with all our books and candles and random items, and hoped he wouldn't be feeling especially homicidal for the delay.
... why am I dreaming of travelling with the Master???
... why oh why, if given the option to follow Martha and go hang out with her lot, would I ever ever go back to him??????
I blame the TARDIS. Big blue box of dreams. Everyone knows you can hitch a lift in the TARDIS. It's like RTD was saying the other week on the Confidential, you didn't have to dream of meeting the Doctor, you could just dream you'd go around a corner and find the TARDIS.
... I think being full of giant!Master would be a pretty good reason to back out slowly and run away.
But nooooooo.
*sigh*
So anyways, he fixed his height and in the process made me tall same as him. Which with my figure growing pretty much in proportion left me looking kind of like Big Barda - statuesque amazonian type curvy. Which was kind of cool, but in general getting bigger is not something I actually aim at. Rather the reverse. Not that there's anything wrong with being me shaped, just being slightly skinnier than me shaped could be more right.
I eat many vegetables and intend to start walking places, so that's on the right track.
I think dreams should leave me thinking of things more fun than diet.
The books in the dream were frustrating, like a library of all the books you've never heard of by the guys you only like one of their books, or a whole bunch of litcrit about the book you knew. And they were all hardback leather bound with gold leaf writing, which is a bit tricky when you're trying to cart them home in shoulder bags. I liked the candles better - smelled nice.
We landed somewhere we were allowed to get out for a walk. We found a muddy ditch with a random assortment of items tipped into it. It was weird that it was muddy because everywhere else was dry. There were also a lot of shoulder bags that had clearly been emptied out, some of them still with folders in them. Finding stuff to read, climbed down into ditch and grabbed the things. There were some keys but they were mostly bent all to bits. Metal things mostly were.
So then we wandered along picking stuff up and putting it in bags and then were like "hang on, since when was this ditch quite so long?" So we turned a corner and ducked back because we saw Martha. She was hiding in some plants - er the kind farmers grow on purpose in rows, but I don't know names for - so we hid too to find out what she was hiding from. So then a couple of people wandered past and we all unhid and followed them. Well we were following Martha but Martha was following the people. But then we looked around and we were in an inside place with walls and carpet and stuff and behind us there was a window we very clearly had not opened. And also there was water all over the floor from a row of sinks on the wall.
The new place had many more shiny items to pocket. So, you know, we did. Books and candles! Yaays! And possibly Martha's on paper notes, for sneaky bonus points with the boss.
There was lots of wandering around and making friends with Martha who didn't have a clue who we were. (How we, travelling with the Master who hasn't been around since 7, could know who she was, implies some kind of twisty timeline thingy and/or it being a dream). So we investigated the place and then investigated how to get home. We started with opening the windows to climb back to where we started but we were on a very high up floor with sheer glass down the sides and couldn't see any way to anywhere.
So then we pondered, and hit upon the idea that we needed to get it all wet.
Water fight!
The others tried throwing cups of water at it. I managed to rearrange the tap and stick my thumb under it so it sprayed upwards and made a fountain. So I put all that water along the windowsill and sure enough a portal did appear.
Then it was only a question of clambering through it while someone kept the water going and trying not to get too muddy.
We all went back to the Master. Who was travelling in a blue box. Which I had at first wandered into because it looked all familiar and homey.
Usually the Master has a TARDIS with no obvious door. The Doctor's TARDIS is all doors and windows. And has a flashing light on top. And says to ask for assisstance. Bit of an attitude difference there.
But anyways, we came back loaded down with all our books and candles and random items, and hoped he wouldn't be feeling especially homicidal for the delay.
... why am I dreaming of travelling with the Master???
... why oh why, if given the option to follow Martha and go hang out with her lot, would I ever ever go back to him??????
I blame the TARDIS. Big blue box of dreams. Everyone knows you can hitch a lift in the TARDIS. It's like RTD was saying the other week on the Confidential, you didn't have to dream of meeting the Doctor, you could just dream you'd go around a corner and find the TARDIS.
... I think being full of giant!Master would be a pretty good reason to back out slowly and run away.
But nooooooo.
*sigh*
So anyways, he fixed his height and in the process made me tall same as him. Which with my figure growing pretty much in proportion left me looking kind of like Big Barda - statuesque amazonian type curvy. Which was kind of cool, but in general getting bigger is not something I actually aim at. Rather the reverse. Not that there's anything wrong with being me shaped, just being slightly skinnier than me shaped could be more right.
I eat many vegetables and intend to start walking places, so that's on the right track.
I think dreams should leave me thinking of things more fun than diet.
The books in the dream were frustrating, like a library of all the books you've never heard of by the guys you only like one of their books, or a whole bunch of litcrit about the book you knew. And they were all hardback leather bound with gold leaf writing, which is a bit tricky when you're trying to cart them home in shoulder bags. I liked the candles better - smelled nice.
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Date: 2007-06-22 12:50 am (UTC)Still! Not quite as strange as the one where Ainley!Master was my adored godfather. WOW, that was odd XD