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Post by Stripes on Feb 16, 2011 23:32:03 GMT
The other day I had a dream that Rory was in a band with Ozzy Osbourn and the youngest Jonas Brother.
I really need to stop dreaming about the Jonas Brothers.
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Post by clocketpatch on Feb 17, 2011 3:34:18 GMT
You make me laugh so much Newton. I wish I could have a dream about Rory. Not the Jonas Brothers though, you can keep them.
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Post by IMForeman on Feb 20, 2011 17:13:46 GMT
I had a dream recently where I was organizing a massive Doctor Who convention and used a time machine to bring back the actors that were no longer alive.
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Post by Stripes on Feb 20, 2011 17:58:31 GMT
I have a tardis, we can make this possible.
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Post by primsong on Feb 21, 2011 21:35:10 GMT
I totally think we should do that, especially if they'll sign up for filming a genuine "Eleven Doctors" ep while they're here. :-D
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Post by evelyn on Mar 7, 2011 18:41:05 GMT
So last night I had a pretty stressful dream in which primsong and one of my dear friends and Whovian converts on campus were locked into a giant castle area, a lot like the one in The Time Warrior. There were a lot of other people there, too, but they were sort of unidentified extras, if you will, just milling about doing their business. For whatever reason we had been commissioned by Lord somethingerother to make a mass of popcorn balls and poi for his banquet. The poi looked like grey playdough, which is not far from it's actual consistency, and every time I looked at primsong she was wearing a different crazy hat. Most of them had feathers. That transitioned into a scene where my friend and I were in a skyline apartment in a big city, and we were writing a report for a strange movie, but as we were watching it I got sucked into the scene we were watching and this creepy guy was dancing in the corner and it was scary. I woke up two hours before my alarm. And thought... I need to visit DbyA.
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Post by clocketpatch on Mar 7, 2011 19:10:21 GMT
That dream sounds epic (and now I'm imaging Prim... or rather her icon... which is Three... trying on various feathered hats. It is a good mental image).
I'm glad it made you think of us and come post. ;D
Speaking of dreams, last night I woke up convinced there was an earthquake (I think it was just a snowplow). Or maybe I didn't wake up? I know I dreamed I was on a hockey team at some point, and also that my professor was stalking me, and that if I was late to class I'd get Ebola... yeah, no more cheese before bed.
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Post by johne on Mar 11, 2011 22:05:05 GMT
From a dream with otherwise minimal Who content: I think the image of Jenny from The Doctor's Daughter wearing Five's costume deserves to be remembered.
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Post by clocketpatch on Mar 14, 2011 1:56:47 GMT
Okay, so Seven's disturbing laughing fit from The Happiness Patrol DID give me nightmares. Also, at some point I was Donna's jacket. The orangey leather one. And Ace was wearing me/the jacket. And Nine was involved somehow. Possibly also Hex. And the Master.
We were trying to save Seven because he was possessed with something and if we didn't fix it then Eleven would go dark and evil.
...I really don't know what was going on. Also, it got cut off half-way through by my alarm clock. I was MOST displeased.
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Post by jjpor on Mar 14, 2011 22:54:16 GMT
That's actually not a bad fanfic plot right there, Clocket. The possession thing, I mean, with all those characters involved. Although maybe not the anthropomorphic jacket part. ;D And duly noted, johne - duly noted.
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Post by leamichelle on Mar 30, 2011 0:18:08 GMT
I had a dream that was filled verily with Nine ... Nine and Rose came to this building where - er, okay first, a bit of backstory - This building was the brainchild of some benevolent CEO, and because I was interviewing at the building, the CEO offered me a sandwich and coke from the wetbar. Then I wandered off after my interview (never found out whether I was hired or not!) and saw a lift closed off. "What does that mean," I thought, and did a little more investigating before I came across Nine trying to pry open the lift door, with Rose in tow. I went down with them to the lowest level, and - well, there was a little girl down there, kinda like The Grudge, and apparently she had some kind of bio-weapon inside her that made her want to kill everything and spread the virus that wants to eradicate all life forms, presumably to make the planet habitable for another species; anyway, we went up, down, and around that place, and sometimes I was called upon by the Doctor to do research on the building itself ... anyway, it all ended with the Doctor cutting himself and letting his Time Lord biodata argue with the alien that's running through the little girl's blood, like, the Doctor is having a crisis with the alien biodata ... and then all of a sudden, the crisis is solved, and we (myself, Rose, and Nine) go to the bottom level to have a bagel. :/ (Nine had a weird twisty donut, actually, but I can't recall the name.) Anyway, I think I probably need to lay off the Who ...
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Post by clocketpatch on Apr 2, 2011 22:07:56 GMT
Last night I had a dream which was almost certainly inspired by the series 6 trailer, so I'm putting it in white text for the benefit of anyone who's avoiding spoilers: I was on board the TARDIS with Eleven and Rory. Given that I didn't see Amy anywhere and Rory kept on flirting at me I am going to say I self-inserted myself as her.
Then, suddenly... it wasn't Eleven's TARDIS anymore. It was the Coral Desktop Theme and Handy was bouncing around going on about how he grew it? And then something happened and I was back in Eleven's TARDIS, but there were two Elevens (both wearing grey suits). I assume one was a somehow regenerated Handy? Or maybe there were clones? I don't know.
Then someone yelled my name LOUDLY and ANGRILY and I woke up. Except... no one had actually yelled my name... that was part of the dream too? Apparently.
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Post by clocketpatch on Apr 4, 2011 0:05:48 GMT
Annnnd another trailer inspired dream for the WTF train:
So, it was sort of like a fairy tale. Some one was telling this story in a far-off voice-over sort of way as the events went on. There's this village that's set up all historic like. It's somewhere out of an 18th century story book.
This old woman with grey hair and a baggy, patched purple and green dress comes dancing down the main street and all of the peasants and shopkeepers and village people do their best not to look at her. She's dirty and singing and has mad, mad eyes. A whole rabble of dirty street children coming running along after her. They're her "brood". They've got little reed pipes and are urging along a whole bunch of black rats. The rats flush out pigeons and then the children eat the pigeons and put them in cages.
Then there's this little black cat that comes out of nowhere. It's small and scrawny and heroic in that unassuming, caught-up-in-a-fairytale-way. It fights past the children and the rats to free the pigeons, even though cats and pigeons are natural enemies, because it's the right thing to do. But the old woman is angry and she screams at the cat (which turns into the Doctor) and starts chasing him. He runs, and run, and runs, but however far he goes she's always two steps behind. Her brood cuts around front and jeers as the Doctor stumbles.
Still, he runs. Until he hits the edge of the universe and there's nowhere to run but over the line and into this bubble universe at the end of all things filled with dead and rusted out TARDISes. He gets in, stepping past the ectoplasma-skin that stretches and shimmers as he goes through. He thinks he's safe. Then he turns around and the old woman is standing there laughing at him. He tries to get out but the door was only one way and he's trapped.
Then the scene fades and the narrator is booming away about impossible quests and the yearly celebration to honour the cat. There was something about reality TV. And something about how people trapped int he other world would be worn-down and faded and infected until they turned into part of the old woman's dirty rabble of children. Just another slave in her brood.
So, uh, yeah. That's my WTF dream contribution of the day.
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Post by magnusgreel on Apr 10, 2011 9:23:41 GMT
Clocket, I really like this dream of yours. Your dream life is rich with atmosphere, portents, pigeons, and I suppose a whole hell of a lot of symbolism. This is a film or a NA novel. What especially jumped out at me was: "... this bubble universe at the end of all things filled with dead and rusted out TARDISes." Great image, very simple in a way, but not anything I'd have thought of in, well, a million years, say. Inspired.
Me, all I dreamed about lately was William Shatner reading something aloud to me because of the eye thing, which was nice of him, but then he started sidling up to me on this couch-y item of furniture uncomfortably and creepily, then the dream ends!
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Post by magnusgreel on Jul 9, 2011 1:20:09 GMT
"... this bubble universe at the end of all things filled with dead and rusted out TARDISes."
Haven't we had this now, in the current season?
I was strangely awakened an hour or two ago by this dream: I'm standing in my bedroom, and some guy walks out of my small walk-in bedroom closet. He sees me, rather he sees that I can see him, is mortified beyond words, and scrams back into the closet. I look into it, and he's gone.
Cut to: I've gone outside, and it's pandemonium. Absolutely everyone is being rounded up by soldiers, or that's the closest thing I can relate them to. It turns out that all people everywhere are being "conscripted" by force, all at once, out in the streets. This is hell on Earth for me, especially since these "people" don't seem to belong to any country I know of. So I stop in a parking lot, and say I'm not becoming a soldier (a useless gesture being the best out of no options) while about a dozen of these people are heading toward me. That scene ends as some unspecified bad thing is done to me. I'm hit with a rifle or something.
I noticed something about dreaming and me, this time, and it may be true for me all the time. While all this was going on, half of me was horrified over what I was spontaneously experiencing, surprised by it all, while the other half was more detached, thinking about all this, including what to have happen next. One half was a stunned participant, the other half was "writing".
What I thought of to have happen after this became too horrifying, and that's probably what woke me up. I imagined all human beings being forced to fight all the time, each other if there was no enemy (it seemed more for its own sake, not for war), no breaks, everything biologically geared to keep it going pointlessly and constantly, forever. I imagined some sort of drugs given that made this possible, which caused swellings and protrusions and huge, inflamed, raised sorts of geometric shapes on areas of skin.
That's just what I was about to show myself in the little home entertainment center of my mind, so I guess I bailed out and triggered wakefulness.
I wonder if some chemical entered my living space. I'd gone offline (literally and figuratively) and had gotten to sleep, and the sleep felt strange. I'm going to guess my blood pressure was up. I took pills for it, plus miscellaneous other pills, and things seem a bit better.
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Post by clocketpatch on Jul 9, 2011 13:19:06 GMT
My non-psychiatrist dream interpretation would be that you've got some kind of conflict in your life that you're rebelling against, and are going to keep on rebelling against even when you aren't sure its beatable. (so it's about hope. it's a hopeful dream.)
*** Clocket's non-psychiatrist dream interpretation has nothing to back it up other than Clocket's own deranged mind
Last night I went to bed insanely early and dreamed about doing laundry. Then I was woken up at around 3 AM by my drunk room mate coming home from the bars and was convinced that I'd slept away the whole day and it was noon. When I woke up at 7 a few hours later I thought it was 7 at night until it was eight. Brain, circadian rhythms, why do you taunt me?
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Post by magnusgreel on Jul 10, 2011 3:03:26 GMT
Clocket, did you mean it as it sounded, rebelling against a conflict, rather than just being in a conflict? That actually does make sense, thanks...
Commisserations on roommate. It's odd not knowing whether the time is AM or PM for awhile. Happens to me a lot.
The weird feeling, while awake and asleep, the dream, these were coming from pesticide exposure, and I didn't know it. They sprayed elsewhere in the bldg yesterday, maybe right next door. All sorts of odd things over the 2 days make more sense now that I know they sprayed, starting with food all tasting wrong.
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Post by johne on Jul 21, 2011 7:08:23 GMT
Last night I dreamed I was visiting a subterranean Torchwood installation. Jack was there, I recall, and Idris from The Doctor's Wife. And with levels of foreshadowing about as subtle as 'this is the story of how I died' or 'he will knock four times', they informed me that I was going to be written out in the near future, probably in a train crash.
So... if I happen not to be around much, and you wonder where I am, that's almost certainly not what's happened to me ;D
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Post by jjpor on Jul 21, 2011 19:22:36 GMT
Although if it did...it would probably prove nothing, so here's hoping it doesn't. ;D
But I hardly ever have dreams with people off the telly in them. Except that strange one with Harry Sullivan in it that I may or may not have recounted somewhere up-thread. Can't remember whether I did or not now.
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Post by magnusgreel on Jul 22, 2011 7:31:31 GMT
I just dreamed that I was getting the cast of Red Dwarf back together. It turned out they all lived near me, which was awfully convenient of them.
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