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fangirl dreaming
Nov. 27th, 2013 03:10 pmSeem to have spent most of the morning dreaming about Arthur Darvill.
... woke up in excellent mood...
First dream was long rambly one about... it wasn't exactly a convention because it was every Sunday. Fangirl church? With guest speakers? And the first one was Matt Smith, and then I went to find the next guy and Arthur Darvill was sitting backstage with epic grumpyface, like when it's too cold and the heaters don't work. And then someone told me to guard a door, because the door was for people leaving, not entering. But then the door opened behind me and someone got an arm around my neck and threatened me with a glass dagger kind of like from Sherlock Holmes. They let go of me long enough I could look at them and it was Delenn, in full makeup of the with hair version. And they just said. "You are in front of me." And I was totally :-D
... being threatened! By Delenn!
So I curled up small to one side and let her through. She said something chiding about not following her, and I said of course not, I'd promised I'd guard this door. ... there was a blinky look. I explained, there's a difference between breaking a promise and just being crap at my job.
... so then I woke up all :-D
... because, threatened! By Delenn!
Next dream was about Rory and Amy and the Doctor. We had been travelling with the Doctor and had each decided to leave for a while, but we didn't want the Doctor to feel too badly about it, so we went out and found him presents. Someone found him a new guy and someone found him a new girl and someone found him a steam train that ran in the London Underground.
... I'm trying to figure out who would get what...
... I fear my social skills would not stretch to finding humans, but I don't know where I'd acquire a super science steam train...
In the dream I was going to hide somewhere really safe for about a year because pregnant. Rory was probably the father. Rory or the Doctor, and being the same species probably increases the odds. Either way, nobody really expected the Doctor to sit still for months before the child even arrived, though his promise to stop by when he could chat with them was much less annoying when reminded he could speak baby. Speaking baby seems likely to lead to much less crying. Number one babysitter right there. ... Except, still Doctor. Might have to set strict parameters. You must be -this- tall to ride the TARDIS... no, wait, he'd just accelerate them; also, heightist. Er, A levels before Adventures? ... visions of the Doctor tutoring a tiny genius and presenting a fully qualified ten year old. Maybe suggesting university on the moon. They have very good academic reputation, of course.
Amy was as delighted as Rory about the baby. No stealing Rory. Just solves certain difficulties for Amy.
So I woke up :-D after that one as well.
I keep trying to think of long term things to do now I've got no more college to do, and I keep trying to make them vaguely plausible, but plausible seems boring. Running fangirl church, with sermons reading from our favourite texts and regular episode schedules, seems like a much best idea. I've always quite liked the idea of religious without precisely liking the details, so doing the pagan eclectic thing and drawing moral lessons from all available texts seems like best. Also quite a lot good would be house with the three of us plus offspring and regular visitors. I feel I'd be quite outnumbered by even one baby. We'd need more shifts.
... of course all that is about as real as the superscience slightly flying steam train in the underground, or the four storey wood framed inn with the upper floors overhanging the street that I just happened to have never noticed in my home town before.
There's a slight 'get there from here' problem with many of my plans.
... I wake up :-D and then have to rather work to keep a :-) or :-/ ...
... woke up in excellent mood...
First dream was long rambly one about... it wasn't exactly a convention because it was every Sunday. Fangirl church? With guest speakers? And the first one was Matt Smith, and then I went to find the next guy and Arthur Darvill was sitting backstage with epic grumpyface, like when it's too cold and the heaters don't work. And then someone told me to guard a door, because the door was for people leaving, not entering. But then the door opened behind me and someone got an arm around my neck and threatened me with a glass dagger kind of like from Sherlock Holmes. They let go of me long enough I could look at them and it was Delenn, in full makeup of the with hair version. And they just said. "You are in front of me." And I was totally :-D
... being threatened! By Delenn!
So I curled up small to one side and let her through. She said something chiding about not following her, and I said of course not, I'd promised I'd guard this door. ... there was a blinky look. I explained, there's a difference between breaking a promise and just being crap at my job.
... so then I woke up all :-D
... because, threatened! By Delenn!
Next dream was about Rory and Amy and the Doctor. We had been travelling with the Doctor and had each decided to leave for a while, but we didn't want the Doctor to feel too badly about it, so we went out and found him presents. Someone found him a new guy and someone found him a new girl and someone found him a steam train that ran in the London Underground.
... I'm trying to figure out who would get what...
... I fear my social skills would not stretch to finding humans, but I don't know where I'd acquire a super science steam train...
In the dream I was going to hide somewhere really safe for about a year because pregnant. Rory was probably the father. Rory or the Doctor, and being the same species probably increases the odds. Either way, nobody really expected the Doctor to sit still for months before the child even arrived, though his promise to stop by when he could chat with them was much less annoying when reminded he could speak baby. Speaking baby seems likely to lead to much less crying. Number one babysitter right there. ... Except, still Doctor. Might have to set strict parameters. You must be -this- tall to ride the TARDIS... no, wait, he'd just accelerate them; also, heightist. Er, A levels before Adventures? ... visions of the Doctor tutoring a tiny genius and presenting a fully qualified ten year old. Maybe suggesting university on the moon. They have very good academic reputation, of course.
Amy was as delighted as Rory about the baby. No stealing Rory. Just solves certain difficulties for Amy.
So I woke up :-D after that one as well.
I keep trying to think of long term things to do now I've got no more college to do, and I keep trying to make them vaguely plausible, but plausible seems boring. Running fangirl church, with sermons reading from our favourite texts and regular episode schedules, seems like a much best idea. I've always quite liked the idea of religious without precisely liking the details, so doing the pagan eclectic thing and drawing moral lessons from all available texts seems like best. Also quite a lot good would be house with the three of us plus offspring and regular visitors. I feel I'd be quite outnumbered by even one baby. We'd need more shifts.
... of course all that is about as real as the superscience slightly flying steam train in the underground, or the four storey wood framed inn with the upper floors overhanging the street that I just happened to have never noticed in my home town before.
There's a slight 'get there from here' problem with many of my plans.
... I wake up :-D and then have to rather work to keep a :-) or :-/ ...