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11 in my dreams
Apr. 10th, 2011 11:43 amDreamed I was on a planet where everyone was either (a) married or (b) legally children and locked up, so I had to marry the Doctor.
... okay, no, the 'had to' was more about the Doctor marrying me, from here it was no hardship...
I wasn't travelling with him, I'd been stuck on a stupid planet with stupid laws where all the women had to marry only one man each and the men could have three wives no problem and more if they had spare women sloshing around unmarried because you couldn't be having with that. My escape pod had crash landed. I was with a friend, but she'd gone and decided the locals were Right About Everything and turned into the perfect wife for the village chief, without noticing that all his other wives left him as soon as legally possible, which was as soon as they could get away with saying they couldn't have children any more and moved into the elder women's place. So there was me, stuck being legally a child until I married someone.
And then there was the Doctor.
My proposal was basically 'marry me, get me out of here, and have a divorce as soon as we're anywhere that legally recognises the concept. PS Did I mention get me out of here? Get me out of here.'
So, that worked.
... my dreams, why cannot they decide I'm River Song for the night or something? But no, apparently I'm not that awesome.
So then the colonial authorities arrived with big machines and the locals decided to kill them all, but before they could start a war they had to sacrifice three of their own, just to show they were serious.
So the village chief gave his newest wife the sacrificial knife and told her to choose.
She went all Big Teary Eyes Of Martyrdom and chose herself.
So then she was dead and there were still two more sacrificies to choose
and I inherited all her belongings, including the sacrificial knife.
I chose to sacrifice the Doctor.
So he was grabbed and tied up and dragged to the sacrifice place, which was handily on the edge of town because you don't want dead sacrifice stinking up your marketplace. So I attempted big teary eyes of so-sorry, leaned in for a final kiss... cut the ropes, dropped the knife in his hands and said
RUN!
... they had to do three sacrifices. Once they were chosen they had to do those three sacrifices. And they had to use that official knife. As long as someone can play keep away with (a) a victim or (b) the knife or preferably both, they can't start a bloody stupid war. And who runs better than the Doctor?
... I was rather hoping I'd get to explain my logic to him later. Not least because I'd effectively chosen to be sacrifice number three.
Obviously since this was The Doctor there was a happy ending.
But I woke up without knowing the details.
Probably it involves a lot of pissed off grannies and some teenage girls and Amy having had a bit of a word with them all. She'd probably be better at having a bit of a word with people than I am. And since she's already married to Rory she wouldn't have to marry any of the locals, though the local girls would be rather expecting to marry him.
... yeah, Amy would definitely be having a bit of a word with them about that...
... okay, no, the 'had to' was more about the Doctor marrying me, from here it was no hardship...
I wasn't travelling with him, I'd been stuck on a stupid planet with stupid laws where all the women had to marry only one man each and the men could have three wives no problem and more if they had spare women sloshing around unmarried because you couldn't be having with that. My escape pod had crash landed. I was with a friend, but she'd gone and decided the locals were Right About Everything and turned into the perfect wife for the village chief, without noticing that all his other wives left him as soon as legally possible, which was as soon as they could get away with saying they couldn't have children any more and moved into the elder women's place. So there was me, stuck being legally a child until I married someone.
And then there was the Doctor.
My proposal was basically 'marry me, get me out of here, and have a divorce as soon as we're anywhere that legally recognises the concept. PS Did I mention get me out of here? Get me out of here.'
So, that worked.
... my dreams, why cannot they decide I'm River Song for the night or something? But no, apparently I'm not that awesome.
So then the colonial authorities arrived with big machines and the locals decided to kill them all, but before they could start a war they had to sacrifice three of their own, just to show they were serious.
So the village chief gave his newest wife the sacrificial knife and told her to choose.
She went all Big Teary Eyes Of Martyrdom and chose herself.
So then she was dead and there were still two more sacrificies to choose
and I inherited all her belongings, including the sacrificial knife.
I chose to sacrifice the Doctor.
So he was grabbed and tied up and dragged to the sacrifice place, which was handily on the edge of town because you don't want dead sacrifice stinking up your marketplace. So I attempted big teary eyes of so-sorry, leaned in for a final kiss... cut the ropes, dropped the knife in his hands and said
RUN!
... they had to do three sacrifices. Once they were chosen they had to do those three sacrifices. And they had to use that official knife. As long as someone can play keep away with (a) a victim or (b) the knife or preferably both, they can't start a bloody stupid war. And who runs better than the Doctor?
... I was rather hoping I'd get to explain my logic to him later. Not least because I'd effectively chosen to be sacrifice number three.
Obviously since this was The Doctor there was a happy ending.
But I woke up without knowing the details.
Probably it involves a lot of pissed off grannies and some teenage girls and Amy having had a bit of a word with them all. She'd probably be better at having a bit of a word with people than I am. And since she's already married to Rory she wouldn't have to marry any of the locals, though the local girls would be rather expecting to marry him.
... yeah, Amy would definitely be having a bit of a word with them about that...