Looooong nights sleepings
Jan. 26th, 2008 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethLovely dreamings. My subconscious needs a raise. Or a cookie. And the best part of the cookie plan is the rest of me would get a cookie too.
ANYways
I dreamed something terrible had happened to time, so all 10 of the Doctor were in one place at once trying to fix it. None of the Master were there and many of them were trying to fix that as well. He'd gone really thoroughly missing, and it was worrying them. Jack was there too, and logic suggests it had to be early Jack who wouldn't freak out all those Time Lords, but he dressed like Torchwood Jack with the braces and all. We got along very well. :-)
The dream had plot, but mostly it had me and the 9th Doctor. That was lovely. Really.
Also, in my dream, I was a genetically altered human who was now part Time Lord, and it was kind of freaking the others out. Every version of him had a different opinion on it. 9 liked it. A lot. In fact quite possibly needed it. 10 was busy trying to get the Master back, but 9 was rather intensely focused on me.
It can be very, very good to have the Doctor's full attention. Especially if it involves (a) telepathy and (b) tongue. Also tweaking time sense until one really good moment stretches out into a subjective heaven of near forever.
So then more plot happened and all of the Doctor got sealed inside a bubble of Time, which had coalesced like a pearl around them so they could do nothing because they had no Time to do it in. I said the only Time Lord left outside the bubble was me. I, er, didn't entirely believe it, I was just trying to cheer up the random humans who didn't want to die. So we found the control unit that was for fixing Time, and it was still outside the bubble, but it needed a hell of a lot of calculations, the kind that living Time Lords do to navigate the vortex and not the kind that computers can do at all. So I interfaced with it - put my hand on it basically and it started singing in my head - and I mostly kind of sort of instinctively knew what to do. But it wasn't enough. I needed more smarts to turn it into math and stuff. So then I grabbed the nearest human and started using their brain as an extra networked computer, kind of like that SETI thing. And lots and lots of other humans joined in, and eventually we saved all the Doctors and time snapped back to how it was supposed to be. Which unfortunately meant all the other Doctors except 10 going back to where they'd been scooped from, and 10 was somewhat uncomfortable around me. Enthusiastic though, said if I could do all that then I could pass Time Lord exams, except I said if it was an exam I wouldn't be able to ask a friend like I did so, I don't know, maybe collectively humans = Time Lord.
I missed 9. And I'd been surrounded by Doctors for so long I wasn't quite sure who I was when they weren't around. Like we'd been a network of Doctors+me and now there was just me and okay it was just me who saved the world but... to sort out my head I needed some more time to be me.
Also, 10 was really avoidy when I tried to find out what was up with him. I kind of figured in the dream that it was because he'd changed his mind since being 9. :-(
now I'm awake and know more things I think it was a combination of, when they were all together, not remembering things that 9 was doing right there in front of them all, which would have to be pretty weird if it's like not remembering what you did last year, and knowing what he was going to do to Jack and that I'd be very very annoyed. He was a fairly early 10 who hadn't gone back and met him too. And a fairly early 9 who hadn't met Rose even, or possibly had met but hadn't travelled, so there was that, whatever he had with her, happened in between.
And the earlier Doctors couldn't come back and hook up with me because for time travellers it shouldn't work like that. Laws of time. Always when the Doctor met the Master it was after the last time they met, so now I've met 10 the laws say I can't go back to 9. Or it might paradox things and make everything breaky, which is a bit worse than a broken heart in purely objective terms.
So, feeling all rejected and mopey, I decided to set off and explore on my own. A bus pulled up that was the exact same blue as the TARDIS, and considering it an omen, I decided to start with wherever it was going. Off into the grey afternoon, sighing.
... but then ...
A bunch of time later - unknown bunch, some time, enough travel to get over my issues enough to think being me and being with the Doctor aren't mutually exclusive - I meet the Doctor again. He's wearing 9's leather jacket and using his accent, but he isn't 9 or even 10 any more. 11th Doctor. Dark hair, dark eyes, clean shaven but with that hint that this takes much effort and wears off by tea or possibly lunch time. Absolutely and completely drop dead gorgeous. Oh, and also a more sensible height, so he's still taller than me but I don't have to stand on a box. Wonderful. And, being a Time Lord myself, I recognize him straight away. So then there's hugging and kissing and a grand reunion and he asks if the differences matter and I say of course not, it's him I love. And then he says oh good, and drops the accent for a sort of rich people southern one that isn't quite RP or posh, I don't know enough accents to describe it. It turns out he's newly regenerated and really kind of shy. The leather kind of suits him, but he mostly picked bits of earlier outfits because he got new while on his own and hasn't really started figuring out who to be yet. So we can do that together.
I like this dream. Quite a lot. :-)
And then I woke up because the post was here and I now have the 'Beneath the surface' set and 'Anything goes' autobiography. So a bit of a win of a day thus far then.
ANYways
I dreamed something terrible had happened to time, so all 10 of the Doctor were in one place at once trying to fix it. None of the Master were there and many of them were trying to fix that as well. He'd gone really thoroughly missing, and it was worrying them. Jack was there too, and logic suggests it had to be early Jack who wouldn't freak out all those Time Lords, but he dressed like Torchwood Jack with the braces and all. We got along very well. :-)
The dream had plot, but mostly it had me and the 9th Doctor. That was lovely. Really.
Also, in my dream, I was a genetically altered human who was now part Time Lord, and it was kind of freaking the others out. Every version of him had a different opinion on it. 9 liked it. A lot. In fact quite possibly needed it. 10 was busy trying to get the Master back, but 9 was rather intensely focused on me.
It can be very, very good to have the Doctor's full attention. Especially if it involves (a) telepathy and (b) tongue. Also tweaking time sense until one really good moment stretches out into a subjective heaven of near forever.
So then more plot happened and all of the Doctor got sealed inside a bubble of Time, which had coalesced like a pearl around them so they could do nothing because they had no Time to do it in. I said the only Time Lord left outside the bubble was me. I, er, didn't entirely believe it, I was just trying to cheer up the random humans who didn't want to die. So we found the control unit that was for fixing Time, and it was still outside the bubble, but it needed a hell of a lot of calculations, the kind that living Time Lords do to navigate the vortex and not the kind that computers can do at all. So I interfaced with it - put my hand on it basically and it started singing in my head - and I mostly kind of sort of instinctively knew what to do. But it wasn't enough. I needed more smarts to turn it into math and stuff. So then I grabbed the nearest human and started using their brain as an extra networked computer, kind of like that SETI thing. And lots and lots of other humans joined in, and eventually we saved all the Doctors and time snapped back to how it was supposed to be. Which unfortunately meant all the other Doctors except 10 going back to where they'd been scooped from, and 10 was somewhat uncomfortable around me. Enthusiastic though, said if I could do all that then I could pass Time Lord exams, except I said if it was an exam I wouldn't be able to ask a friend like I did so, I don't know, maybe collectively humans = Time Lord.
I missed 9. And I'd been surrounded by Doctors for so long I wasn't quite sure who I was when they weren't around. Like we'd been a network of Doctors+me and now there was just me and okay it was just me who saved the world but... to sort out my head I needed some more time to be me.
Also, 10 was really avoidy when I tried to find out what was up with him. I kind of figured in the dream that it was because he'd changed his mind since being 9. :-(
now I'm awake and know more things I think it was a combination of, when they were all together, not remembering things that 9 was doing right there in front of them all, which would have to be pretty weird if it's like not remembering what you did last year, and knowing what he was going to do to Jack and that I'd be very very annoyed. He was a fairly early 10 who hadn't gone back and met him too. And a fairly early 9 who hadn't met Rose even, or possibly had met but hadn't travelled, so there was that, whatever he had with her, happened in between.
And the earlier Doctors couldn't come back and hook up with me because for time travellers it shouldn't work like that. Laws of time. Always when the Doctor met the Master it was after the last time they met, so now I've met 10 the laws say I can't go back to 9. Or it might paradox things and make everything breaky, which is a bit worse than a broken heart in purely objective terms.
So, feeling all rejected and mopey, I decided to set off and explore on my own. A bus pulled up that was the exact same blue as the TARDIS, and considering it an omen, I decided to start with wherever it was going. Off into the grey afternoon, sighing.
... but then ...
A bunch of time later - unknown bunch, some time, enough travel to get over my issues enough to think being me and being with the Doctor aren't mutually exclusive - I meet the Doctor again. He's wearing 9's leather jacket and using his accent, but he isn't 9 or even 10 any more. 11th Doctor. Dark hair, dark eyes, clean shaven but with that hint that this takes much effort and wears off by tea or possibly lunch time. Absolutely and completely drop dead gorgeous. Oh, and also a more sensible height, so he's still taller than me but I don't have to stand on a box. Wonderful. And, being a Time Lord myself, I recognize him straight away. So then there's hugging and kissing and a grand reunion and he asks if the differences matter and I say of course not, it's him I love. And then he says oh good, and drops the accent for a sort of rich people southern one that isn't quite RP or posh, I don't know enough accents to describe it. It turns out he's newly regenerated and really kind of shy. The leather kind of suits him, but he mostly picked bits of earlier outfits because he got new while on his own and hasn't really started figuring out who to be yet. So we can do that together.
I like this dream. Quite a lot. :-)
And then I woke up because the post was here and I now have the 'Beneath the surface' set and 'Anything goes' autobiography. So a bit of a win of a day thus far then.