My Dreams Creep Me Out
There is no other reason for as to why I am up at 6:30am on my laptop typing this message. My dreams creep me the flipping frack out when it's hot. It's like someone grabs my brain, shoves it in the oven, and chucks a pile of books and DVDs on it and says "have fun finishing those before they melt!"
My brain also seems to have a very sadist mental state when it's hot, which is somewhat disconcerting. Alright, I woke up half an hour ago and jotted down a page of notes before I forgot the dream I was having, because it needed to be transcripted.
Aside from the character of Harold Saxon, who we now know is the Master (*moment to contain her gibbering of glee*), the other characters are a bit fuzzy as to who exactly they're supposed to be. They kept morphing from one person to another. Disconcerting in itself.
The dream begins. Ron Weasley, or maybe it's John Smith from The Dead Zone, is walking down the middle of what looks like a carnival fairground path. Tents and stuff, probably a campaign camp. He's heading for a tent nearby. Inside, Saxon is lounging against a hay bale, or is it a desk, and chatting very companionably to Hermione Granger. Ron enters, and the two of them get up and hurriedly straighten themselves out as if they'd been caught snogging.
Here, for some reason, Ron and Hermione are replaced by Samantha and Daniel from SG-1, and two bodyguards are posted just inside the tent flap, as well as two more lurking near the back wall.
Here's where it gets creepy. Daniel reports findings on a death that occured early from mysterious causes, but Saxon doesn't seem to be listening entirely, despite his appearance to be doing so. Saxon cringes minutely as if he has a headache, the sound of an alien drumbeat growing louder in his head. He closes his eyes, mutters something about "this will hurt/I'll have a hell of headache tomorrow" and pulls out a gun, silenced. Slow camera pan around the room. As we pass behind the guards and the materials in the room, we see Simm replaced with Jacobi, and back again, several times, both with a cold, cool, unphased and utterly calm gaze, though Simm still has his eyes closed. Saxon shoots the guards inside the room dead, and slowly lowers his gun, his eyes still closed. Around him the room morphs, and when he opens his eyes, Daniel and Sam are standing next to him, staring down dispassionately at a dead body. Saxon adapts a concerned look, the gun's vanished, and he crouches down as if he's Sam Tyler from Life on Mars, asking General Hammond (who for some reason is acting like a Detective Inspector) what seems to have been the cause of death.
But suddenly he never crouched down, and Hammond looks up at him, telling him that there's no sign of what caused it, and the body is 116% clean. Hammond doesn't seem to notice the large chinchilla-sized cockroach thing that has just appeared on Saxon's pant leg. He leaves once dismissed, and Saxon gazes down at the body thoughtfully.
Daniel asks, without much surprise, why Hammond didn't notice the bug. Saxon smiles in that SMUG BASTARD way that is absolutely fracking wonderful, and he makes some remark I didn't catch, probably about altered perception or something. He dismisses Sam and Daniel, needing to chat with their guest, the roach.
The roach turns out to be a race called a Cherry Bomber, I think, andby the tones they use I think it's supposed to be a classic villain, though I know in reality there's no such thing. The Master is making deals with them, and the bug makes a remark about being pleased to taste Rose Tyler again. momentary flash to Rose fast asleep and snuggled in bed peacefully. apparently the Cherry Bombers crawl into your ears and eat the wax. Ugh. Anyways, back to Saxon and the bug. He sends the bug off to track down the companion, then walks off down the deserted street of the town, which kinda resembles a run down desert oasis. Paint peeling off the buildings, broken windows, sand worn, y'know? empty. As he walks away, his back profile turns into a long fitted coat that makes him resemble Michael the Wraith from Atlantis.
Daniel and Sam meanwhile have guns and flashlights drawn and are taking in the TARDIS interior with a fair amount of stability. the TARDIS seems to be morphing itself, patches of smooth black wall replacing the green and gold organic material, obviously Saxon's influence. Sam says "this must be it," so they must've been looking for it, though that doesn't track with the rest of the story. Daniel make a comment about the state of the construction. Saxon suddenly appears behind them, looking as cold-calm and collected and smug as before when he did his Matrix-god-of-reality thing and shot the guards, and he thanks Daniel for the compliment.
Right about here I woke up, saw it was 6am, groaned, and let my head hit the pillow again. then I realised a couple of things. First, if I didn't get the details of this dream down pronto, and I tried to go back to sleep and obtain further plotline, I would loose the entire thing to a bastardized amalgumation involving who knows what. Secondly, I decided that if I tried to sleep again, I'd only drift in and out of a dazed stupor until noon, when it would be too hot to do anything of conciquence. Then I remembered I had a laptop and so I hopped on here to type it up after scribbling it out on paper.
Questions, comments, concerns? Anyone else here questioning my sanity who wants to make a comment about how concerned they are for my mental health? XD Ok, bad funny.
Bleh. Ish too early. Wanna go back to sleep now. x_x