I had an awesome dream last night
Mar. 2nd, 2009 02:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brb_evilSo it started out as the first episode in Doctor Who that Tulough's in. We were in that spaceship thing and when I say we...I mean I was one of the Companions and after some thought I realise I must have been Tegan because I was being snarky and Turlough kept making faces at me even though he shouldn't have known me yet. But somehow, it felt later in the Tegan and Tulough and Five relationship, despite Nyssa being there and it being the first serial. So Turlough was sneaking off to do the Black Guardian's bidding and the Brig was there and he met his past self and there was that whatever-it's-called effect and the explosion. I've only seen it once so my dream was a little bit free-form. But after all of the running around, we went back to the Doctor's TARDIS, which was in a pine forest. We went in and Nyssa stayed outside with Turlough, I guess.
The Doctor looked up and said: "Hmm, I really should get around to fixing the TARDIS' roof, it's falling to bits." I looked up and saw that in fact, the interior of the TARDIS kind of looked like a dilapidated barn. "The only problem," he continued, "is that it only looks and works like this on the inside. On the outside it's just a Police Box." It was so bad that I could see the beams supporting the roof. It looked like a bunch of...shingles had come down and I could see the pine trees and sky through the opening.
"Yeah, well, you're fixing it yourself, Doctor," I said. "I am NOT climbing up there to help." Turlough came in and looked up because we were.
"That should be impossible," he said.
"Turlough," the Doctor began, "you couldn't possibly get some wood and nails and--"
"I'm not going up there!" said Turlough. Me and him decided to get out of range of the TARDIS so that the Doctor couldn't rope us in to fixing the barn-TARDIS. Nyssa....I guess stopped existing at this point or something. Turlough and I walked out of the forest and began to meander across a series of rolling grassy hills. Eventually, when we reached the top of a hill, we came across an important-looking man.
"You're trespassing," he said.
"We're what?" said Turlough incredulously.
"Trespassing," repeated the man. "I own this land and you've walked onto it."
"You can't," I protested. "There aren't any markers anywhere. You can't just say you own it without any proof."
"Exactly," said Turlough. "No fences, no patrol, just you springing out at us and telling us we're trespassing."
"I don't need fences," said the man. "I simply own it and you commoners are messing it up."
"Hey!" I said. "We have perfect right to be here and frankly, you have no way of stopping us."
"Oh, I think not," said the man, beckoning. A crapload of soldiers came up the hill behind him. Turlough and I gave each other an 'oh shit' look and then booked it in the opposite direction. I don't really remember what happened for a while but I do know that a while after, my dream started to follow the plotline of the computer game 'Ruff's Bone'. I ended up in the jungle in the game, standing in an enormous nest with an equally enormous baby bird. I was me now, not Tegan. Oh, and the nest was full of orange juice that I was standing in up to my knees. There was a straw in it and I was quite thirsty but the bird was a douchebus and wouldn't let me drink. Eventually I did, and the baby complained and set its mum on me. So I jumped out of the nest, landing on another huge bird, then jumping into a sea. I sank ito the water until it wasn't water anymore, I was in a subterranean civilisation instead. I went into one of the houses and I was wearing a very fashionable dress. Me and this guy who was with me needed to impress this guy who was a Sherlock Holmes ripoff, but only in that his name was some sort of riff off of that name that I can't remember. In personality and fact he was an upperclass British Victorian twit. He came into the room and me and the man I was with both bowed politely. I probably should have curtsied but apparently, bowing was correct in this social situation...in my dream. The Holmes man was a total dick. He talked for a while about how important class was and then he moved on to the topic of his useless gardener.
"Yes, totally common, can't stand the man," he said pompously. "I demand that I never be forced to catch sight of him lest he wishes for the lash."
This pissed me off, so I decided to go and find the gardener on my own. I excused myself, and left the house, which was now a huge mansion and not underground any more. I found out that the gardener was living in a tiny shack on the outskirts of the garden and squeezing between the wall of it and a hedge, I contrived to look in the window. It turned out that the gardener was John Simm, and he beckoned me to come in before Not-Holmes saw me interacting with him. So I went inside. It turned out that this was apparently Simm from our rather self-indulgent Our Wacky Roommate stories and thus I was dating him. I guess that I must, then, attribute this part of the dream to Sharmy: whether I'm blaming or thanking, I don't know yet. All I know is that I decided to pretend to be two different people in order to undermine the strict class system of the Victorian society. I was twin sisters separated at birth: one was a snooty upperclass one that I used to ingratiate myself into society in order to screw with them from the inside, the other was a commoner who associated with John the gardener. They despised each other. I even had different costumes. Just as it was getting interesting and novelly, I woke up. Oh well. It was awesome while it lasted.
The Doctor looked up and said: "Hmm, I really should get around to fixing the TARDIS' roof, it's falling to bits." I looked up and saw that in fact, the interior of the TARDIS kind of looked like a dilapidated barn. "The only problem," he continued, "is that it only looks and works like this on the inside. On the outside it's just a Police Box." It was so bad that I could see the beams supporting the roof. It looked like a bunch of...shingles had come down and I could see the pine trees and sky through the opening.
"Yeah, well, you're fixing it yourself, Doctor," I said. "I am NOT climbing up there to help." Turlough came in and looked up because we were.
"That should be impossible," he said.
"Turlough," the Doctor began, "you couldn't possibly get some wood and nails and--"
"I'm not going up there!" said Turlough. Me and him decided to get out of range of the TARDIS so that the Doctor couldn't rope us in to fixing the barn-TARDIS. Nyssa....I guess stopped existing at this point or something. Turlough and I walked out of the forest and began to meander across a series of rolling grassy hills. Eventually, when we reached the top of a hill, we came across an important-looking man.
"You're trespassing," he said.
"We're what?" said Turlough incredulously.
"Trespassing," repeated the man. "I own this land and you've walked onto it."
"You can't," I protested. "There aren't any markers anywhere. You can't just say you own it without any proof."
"Exactly," said Turlough. "No fences, no patrol, just you springing out at us and telling us we're trespassing."
"I don't need fences," said the man. "I simply own it and you commoners are messing it up."
"Hey!" I said. "We have perfect right to be here and frankly, you have no way of stopping us."
"Oh, I think not," said the man, beckoning. A crapload of soldiers came up the hill behind him. Turlough and I gave each other an 'oh shit' look and then booked it in the opposite direction. I don't really remember what happened for a while but I do know that a while after, my dream started to follow the plotline of the computer game 'Ruff's Bone'. I ended up in the jungle in the game, standing in an enormous nest with an equally enormous baby bird. I was me now, not Tegan. Oh, and the nest was full of orange juice that I was standing in up to my knees. There was a straw in it and I was quite thirsty but the bird was a douchebus and wouldn't let me drink. Eventually I did, and the baby complained and set its mum on me. So I jumped out of the nest, landing on another huge bird, then jumping into a sea. I sank ito the water until it wasn't water anymore, I was in a subterranean civilisation instead. I went into one of the houses and I was wearing a very fashionable dress. Me and this guy who was with me needed to impress this guy who was a Sherlock Holmes ripoff, but only in that his name was some sort of riff off of that name that I can't remember. In personality and fact he was an upperclass British Victorian twit. He came into the room and me and the man I was with both bowed politely. I probably should have curtsied but apparently, bowing was correct in this social situation...in my dream. The Holmes man was a total dick. He talked for a while about how important class was and then he moved on to the topic of his useless gardener.
"Yes, totally common, can't stand the man," he said pompously. "I demand that I never be forced to catch sight of him lest he wishes for the lash."
This pissed me off, so I decided to go and find the gardener on my own. I excused myself, and left the house, which was now a huge mansion and not underground any more. I found out that the gardener was living in a tiny shack on the outskirts of the garden and squeezing between the wall of it and a hedge, I contrived to look in the window. It turned out that the gardener was John Simm, and he beckoned me to come in before Not-Holmes saw me interacting with him. So I went inside. It turned out that this was apparently Simm from our rather self-indulgent Our Wacky Roommate stories and thus I was dating him. I guess that I must, then, attribute this part of the dream to Sharmy: whether I'm blaming or thanking, I don't know yet. All I know is that I decided to pretend to be two different people in order to undermine the strict class system of the Victorian society. I was twin sisters separated at birth: one was a snooty upperclass one that I used to ingratiate myself into society in order to screw with them from the inside, the other was a commoner who associated with John the gardener. They despised each other. I even had different costumes. Just as it was getting interesting and novelly, I woke up. Oh well. It was awesome while it lasted.
