the hypercube of happydalek

 If I never have another dream in my entire life, I think I could be okay with that, because there's just no topping the subconscious adventure I went on this morning.  I've had one helluva dry spell where good dreams are concerned; I think the stressful and all-consuming nature of grad school was the problem.  But finals are over, and yesterday I got to read for fun! and it was like my brain could finally cut loose and make up for the lost time.

 

So, I was watching some new Superman TV show.  There were creepy, demon-possessed kids running amok, and then there was an out-of-control train full of children speeding along under a moonlit night.  Enter Superman, flying along the train, trying to catch up.  Something exploded, and Supe's hair caught on fire.  But he wasn't bothered.  There was some kind of magical, evil cloud obscuring the moon, glowing with energy.  Superman held out his hand and aimed a small, pen-sized device at it.  It was a sonic screwdriver!  And Superman...looked exactly like the 11th Doctor, only a bit more buff, with the black spit curl.  He stopped the train and saved the kids, speaking with a flawless American accent. 

At this point, it was revealed that I was not alone.  The 11th Doctor was in the room with me, pacing back and forth, complaining loudly about how improbable and stupid the show was, and pleading with me to change the channel.  I, assuming he was irked about his resemblance to the Man of Steel, told him that if was worried about being recognized, he should take the "Clark Kent approach" and wear glasses. 

The late King of Pop made a surprise guest appearance in my subconscious mind this morning, in an offbeat dream sequence that also featured a cameo appearance by Family Guy's Brian.  Why my brain happened to think those two characters would go together, I have no idea. 

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I dreamed I was checking out some kind of hole-in-the-wall ethnic foods shop(pe) with a friend, and we each found a box of tea we wanted to try.  Mine was was a kind of melon-lime flavor, and my friend chose a mango flavored tea.  She let me taste it, and I'm telling you, it was the best tea I've ever tasted.  It tasted like it had real mango in it.  Sweet and fruity and just plain awesome.  My melon-lime wasn't terrible, just more green tea-ish and less distinctive.  My friend told me the brand that made the mango tea, but of course, it's not a real brand!  Don't you just hate it when your brain does things like this to you? 

It was like I was watching the new series of Torchwood, picking up right where a cliffhanger ending had left off.  The Doctor had just saved the world, again.  I don't know exactly what the threat had been, but it had involved...the Return of Suzie Costello!  She looked different, with chin-length, light brown hair, and she was dressed entirely in white (Suzie the White?).  She was lying in the grass, looking petulant because she'd lost, but in a resigned, mostly harmless sort of way. 

Meanwhile, the Doctor was sprawled across the hood of a car in the middle of a big, and very still city (London?  Cardiff? Neither?).  He was wearing a thin cotton T-shirt and looked exhausted and anguished.  "Nobody dies, ever again," he whimpered.  I knew from the previous cliffhanger that he'd used his life force to make everybody on Earth immortal.  0_0  He was tired of losing people and just couldn't take it anymore.  Gwen was standing nearby. 

Slowly, the city came alive again, but before the Doctor could get off the car, another car suddenly slammed into it, propelling the Doctor through the air.  He crashed into a couple of other cars and rolled sickeningly on his neck before stopping, eyes closed.  Gwen raced over to him, hand over her mouth, Suzie standing a short distance behind, looking unimpressed.   I knew what Gwen was thinking: he'd used up his life force on humanity, and now he was dead.  A youth, a boy about 11 or 12 years old, also approached.  The Doctor opened his eyes, got up, and started talking in his usual bouncy, rapid-fire delivery, instructing the boy to go find an abandoned underpass somewhere and live in it, because it was important nobody find out that he (the boy) was immortal just yet.  (So I guess the boy had been involved in the story previously somehow?)  The boy seemed a little bit confused by the instructions, but eager to follow them, anyway.  Then the Doctor wandered off to a nearby row home.

Inside, the Doctor opened up the freezer and started collecting a stack of mini frozen pizzas for himself.  (Um, yes.  Because he always has frozen mini pizzas after he gets hit by a car.  Didn't you know?)  Gwen followed him in and tried to argue with him about his non-sensical advice to the boy: "'Go live in an underpass?'  That boy has years of life left to him that he should be able to have with his family!"  But the Doctor ignored her and carried his frozen pizzas out to a pickup truck.

Now it was late evening.  The sky was a deep reddish purple.  The pickup truck was one of four vehicles getting ready to leave somewhere (possibly they were the rest of Torchwood?).  Gwen and Suzie rode in the back of the cab, and the Doctor was getting ready to drive.  I looked over at the horizon and saw a gigantic moon suspended in the sky.  It was reddish, like a harvest moon, but it had black features on it that looked very much like continents.  I remember one of them was shaped almost exactly like Australia.  The moon looked really vivid and three dimensional, like it was only a few miles away, and it had a vaguely hexagonal shape to it, not properly round.  It was at least three times bigger than it should have been.  In short, it wasn't the right moon. 

I got into the passenger seat of the truck, all the while insisting that somebody look at the moon and see that it wasn't right, but everyone seemed to be in a hurry.  We drove out of the city and onto a winding, mountainous road with forest on either side, and then, we turned off into a cornfield.  A sense of fear, of impending doom, began to creep up on me.  Overhead, I could see that big, wrong moon in the sky.  There were no lights except for the headlights of the four vehicles.  We were third in line.

Suddenly, a human shadow cut across the illumation of the headlights.  But I was the only one who saw it.  I turned around and asked if either Gwen or Suzie had moved to block the headlights of the vehicle behind us, creating the shadow, but they didn't seem to have any idea what I was talking about.  Corn stalks flew by on either side of the narrow, bumpy dirt road.  

"I'm glad we're not the first car," the Doctor remarked.

We were leaving the corn.  Ahead was an open field.  Distantly, we heard a woman scream, and the first two vehicles flashed their brake lights, and started to pull off the road, to stop.  My fear sense spiked as the Doctor began to do likewise.  This is exactly what we shouldn't do, I remember thinking.  As Gwen and the Doctor began opening their doors, I woke up.  

I had one helluva weird dream sequence this morning.  It started out where I was at this big ball, but it was clearly down South, like during "Gone with the Wind," and instead of dancing, I was just roaming around, people watching, and saw Patrick Stewart and DeForrest Kelley schmoozing with the ladies.  They were both dressed in very dapper suits complete with silky cravats.  I remember being surprised to see Kelley, actually thinking to myself, "Wait, isn't he dead?"

Then, the whole thing shifted to some kind of weird, sci-fi version of Noah's Ark.  There was a giant pool in the center of the ark where the people were keeping some kind of sea monster (I want to say it was a whale, but if so, it was the scariest, strangest-looking whale I've ever seen).  I wasn't actually invovled in the action, instead it was like a movie, and I was the camera.  The action centered on two women, one of whom kept getting visions of things that were going to happen, as if the whole flood and boat thing were only being revealed in nearsighted bits.  For instance, even though it was already storming and flooding, the non-psychic woman was commenting that they didn't have all the animals on board yet.  The woman getting the visions claimed that the boat was going to make several more stops, floating across the world as the water rose, collecting animals as they went.  Then, the thing in the pool reared up out of the water.  It was green, had bulging eyes and HUGE fangs, and roared.  Freaked, I woke up.  

( Doctorish weirdness! )

 

( Spock, McCoy and Sarek in mah head! )

 

 

Before I forget, I just want to tell about this awesomely vivid Star Wars dream I had last night: 

I was in a star fighter, dog fighting this absolutely MASSIVE star destroyer.  I mean, this thing was planet-sized.  I almost couldn't see the shape of it, it was so huge.  I managed to land my ship in the hangar, which was rather unlit, like the power grid was out and all that was left were a few emergency lamps here and there.  Yoda appeared, and we ended up inching our way along this dark-as-night narrow ridge that was illuminated only by strips of glowing LED lights and dropped into a mighty dark chasm in the ship (there's always one of those!).  I recall clearly that I was in an orange-and-white flight suit.  We were after this little blond-haired boy that was trying to crawl away from us.  I had this idea that he was Anakin Skywalker.  I ended up getting to the kid before Yoda did, and the next thing I knew, I was back at the Rebel base, holding him and introducing him to everybody there.  He was Luke, and only about four years old.  One of the people I introduced him to was Padme, and she murmured to me, "I'm his mommy."  I murmured back, "I know," but it was clear that Luke didn't know, and was not to find out about this. 

Then I woke up.  I feel very strongly that there is a fanfic in this somewhere.

I had a Doctor Who dream last night!  Sadly, at this point in the evening I don't remember too much of what was going on, except that it featured the Second Doctor with Rose as a companion.  The Second Doctor wasn't in his usual outfit, instead he was wearing a rather ordinary suit jacket (I want to say it was grey?) and slacks (maybe brown?), but with a pink...pink...dress shirt.  Pink. 

Anyway, he and Rose were running through a very large, dark and kind of menacing facility of some sort.  They were clearly trying to get away from someone, and the Second Doctor started talking rapid-fire about how "We should be safe here for now, because it isn't his time to be here, yet!" when the door behind them opened, the Doctor and Rose turned to look in fear...and the Seventh Doctor strolled in after them. 

Then my stupid alarm clock sounded off and I woke up.  I've never dreamed about either of those Doctors before, and to have them both appear in the same dream is a pretty odd coincidence. 

But, bonus!  The other day I had my first-ever Torchwood dream (probably induced by watching "Dead Man Walking" about four times in a row.   I love Dead!Owen much too much).  It was really short, and featured Gwen and Jack in the hub, apparently trying to deal with some kind of invasion of weird, ethereal beings.  Jack was getting really frustrated trying to figure out what they were and how to get rid of them, when Gwen, chillingly, realized that the things were actually ghosts. 

And then I woke up. 

Geez, looking at it like this, my brain has really shite timing, doesn't it?

I had a dream that I opened my closet and found a stack of Christmas presents for everybody on my list, already wrapped and tagged.  Then I woke up and remembered I have no money and no time to do Christmas shopping.  *headdesk*