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beccaelizabethLast night there was a long, complicated, plotty dream where Jack was secretly from Caprica, thus explaining the accent. He had a very small ship stored somewhere, like a civilian version of a single person fighter, in yellow and blue and cream colors. When invading demons said we had no weapons at this time that could destroy them, Jack ran away, got the fighter out, and blew them all up.
Which was about when the BSG lot arrived. Since they'd seen Jack launch they went to the Torchwood base first (only the never before seen spaceship launching bay section, which is lighter and a bit more 70s SF than the rest of it). The only one there was me, recently returned from running away from demons. President Roslin was not impressed.
I think the alarm is still set to go off at ten to seven, but I do not recall that happening.
I do recall a completely different dream where there was a car that didn't need a driver yet didn't really pay much attention to the laws of the road, or indeed gravity. It turned into a shiny silver... well, car proportioned bathtub, really, but it was very shiny and smooth and therefore not as ungainly as it sounds. It also started suggesting bits of spacetime we could visit. Because it was a half grown TARDIS that hadn't quite woken up yet and needed a partner to get it properly started.
There was a whole thing about how the Doctor keeps the TARDIS alive by sharing his life with it, not just in the breathe on it sense but in the simpler hanging around with it sense. TARDIS needs partner.
So then the Rani stole mine new one.
And also turned out to be my clone-mother, with my mother-that-raised-me being her last regeneration. Which made me 100% Gallifreyan, though not a Time Lord as such on account of not having studied.
And then there was a baby that wasn't a baby later, turned out to be a replacement made out of crumbly florist stuff. Only, you know, realistic. I didn't like that part. But the real baby was just somewhere else. Probably stolen along with the car.
There was a slight worry about possibly being a human sacrifice to wake up the car, but since the baby was only as human as I was, that would not in fact have been a very final problem.
Unless baby regeneration means getting a grown up person with a baby brain, which could have been rather awkward. Or possibly setting the clock, sort of thing, so like immortals they stay baby sized. But neither seemed likely.
There was also the thing where I bet very large sums of money that someone would bet The Doctor was the father. I wasn't betting that, but I was betting someone else would think so.
The Doctor was only mildly intrigued and more interested in getting teh car back before it caused any more reality crashes. Also we'd only just met and he didn't trust me at all. Possibly on account of not being 100% sure I wasn't my clone-mother. Who wasn't trustworthy, on the whole.
And yet, after all that? Feeling relatively relaxed and refreshed.
Which was about when the BSG lot arrived. Since they'd seen Jack launch they went to the Torchwood base first (only the never before seen spaceship launching bay section, which is lighter and a bit more 70s SF than the rest of it). The only one there was me, recently returned from running away from demons. President Roslin was not impressed.
I think the alarm is still set to go off at ten to seven, but I do not recall that happening.
I do recall a completely different dream where there was a car that didn't need a driver yet didn't really pay much attention to the laws of the road, or indeed gravity. It turned into a shiny silver... well, car proportioned bathtub, really, but it was very shiny and smooth and therefore not as ungainly as it sounds. It also started suggesting bits of spacetime we could visit. Because it was a half grown TARDIS that hadn't quite woken up yet and needed a partner to get it properly started.
There was a whole thing about how the Doctor keeps the TARDIS alive by sharing his life with it, not just in the breathe on it sense but in the simpler hanging around with it sense. TARDIS needs partner.
So then the Rani stole mine new one.
And also turned out to be my clone-mother, with my mother-that-raised-me being her last regeneration. Which made me 100% Gallifreyan, though not a Time Lord as such on account of not having studied.
And then there was a baby that wasn't a baby later, turned out to be a replacement made out of crumbly florist stuff. Only, you know, realistic. I didn't like that part. But the real baby was just somewhere else. Probably stolen along with the car.
There was a slight worry about possibly being a human sacrifice to wake up the car, but since the baby was only as human as I was, that would not in fact have been a very final problem.
Unless baby regeneration means getting a grown up person with a baby brain, which could have been rather awkward. Or possibly setting the clock, sort of thing, so like immortals they stay baby sized. But neither seemed likely.
There was also the thing where I bet very large sums of money that someone would bet The Doctor was the father. I wasn't betting that, but I was betting someone else would think so.
The Doctor was only mildly intrigued and more interested in getting teh car back before it caused any more reality crashes. Also we'd only just met and he didn't trust me at all. Possibly on account of not being 100% sure I wasn't my clone-mother. Who wasn't trustworthy, on the whole.
And yet, after all that? Feeling relatively relaxed and refreshed.
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Date: 2007-03-09 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 12:46 pm (UTC)Want to do a dream swap? :)
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Date: 2007-03-09 05:40 pm (UTC)the thing with my dreams is: how many times do you want to die per night? or watch loved ones die? if the answer is anything less than half a dozen methinks you do not want my dreams.
they're made of lose for all purposes bar plot bunnies, really.
otoh they're mine, so I live with em
otherwise I'd need a new brain or something
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Date: 2007-03-09 05:58 pm (UTC)Dreams, eh? Human brains are put together strangely.