Dreamtime bonanza!!

[happydalek]

I had both Star Trek AND Doctor Who dreams last night! *does a happy dance*  The Doctor Who one was particularly mad cool, because it featured the Eleventh Doctor. 

It was Matt Smith, peeps.  In ma head, doing Doctorish things. 
 

He came tumbling out of the TARDIS in 10's clothes, smoking a bit around the edges, and he didn't change the outfit except to put on a Victorian top hat.  Martha was with him, and the first thing they did was to open up this bizarre cocoon-thing that was laying near the TARDIS, revealing...John Barrowman in old age makeup!  Then, there was this giant, er, robot thing of some kind, and Martha went out to talk to it (that was funny, because she started arguing with it like they were an old married couple: "All you do is complain and smash things!"  Giant robot thing: "Maybe I do, but would you get off my case about it?" Very silly).  While Martha was talking to it, the 11th Doctor was furiously working to turn a bazooka into...some other kind of gun, while old!Jack sat around and grumpily critiqued his work.  Then, sadly, it was the end credits.  But then, David Tennant appeared in a corner of the screen with a message recorded for Matt Smith that went like this: "Good luck to you, Matt Smith!  And I hope you plan to stay for more than one year, because I'm pretty sure you have to go to Hawaii."  (Yes, Hawaii.  Thus sayeth dream!Tennant.)
 

 

 

The Star Trek one was really only a quick scene.  McCoy, Spock and Sarek are standing in a room, Spock and Sarek in the foreground, McCoy leaning against a wall in the background, arms crossed, looking away from them.  I get the impression some big revelation has just been made between them.  Sarek turns to McCoy and says, "You're not wearing your ears."  McCoy looks upset about that, and Spock seems a little embarrassed, and suddenly I realize what the revelation is:  MCCOY IS SAREK'S SON, TOO, and he had been hiding that fact from Kirk and Starfleet.  McCoy wasn't even his real name, and I guess as a child on Vulcan, he'd tried to fit in by wearing fake pointed ears. 

Yeah, I think my brain is trying to tell me I need, like, a job or something.

 

 

Comments

[purple_bug.livejournal.com]

Oh, those are both so cool :oD I wish I had dreams like that, and could remember them well enough to write down more than a few vague details.

[happydalek.livejournal.com]

I've nearly got myself conditioned to wake up immediately after a cool dream for the sole purpose of jotting it down before I forget!

[tawabids.livejournal.com]

I love dreams like that. They can make the entire day seem better.

[happydalek.livejournal.com]

Wow, how did I miss your comment for so many days? Anyway, yeah, my dreams pretty much rock. :) The other day I had one about this certain breakfast cereal I hadn't had in years, and when I went to the store, lo! they had it!! Mmm...tasty, tasty dreams.

[tawabids.livejournal.com]

That's ok, I had forgotten I'd written it! Dreams do rock, except when they're scary... but that doesn't neutralise their inherent rock factor.


That cereal dream, though, sounds like the beginning of a great conspiracy theory about subconscious advertising and mind-control ray-beams. The ray beeeeeams.

[happydalek.livejournal.com]

Holy cow, it does! Big Brother is watching you...and putting subliminal advertising in your brain!