My subconscious watches Doctor Who
Had a weird dream last night.
I dreamed that the 10th Doctor and Rose Tyler were exploring this old building with Captain Jack Harkness and Donna Noble (yeah, apparently my subconscious was pulling in stuff from all across the Who universe) when they went into this elevator which contained an old toilet, a roll of chicken-wire, and a bamboo pole. They discovered that the elevator was, in fact, another time machine, which let them out on the bottom floor to discover a woman who had constructed this time machine in the 1800's. (She looked a lot like Harriet Jones.) The womanm who wasn't from the nineteenth century originally, hadn't meant to make a time machine; she was trying to make a spaceship so she could go and find her son (don't ask me how this makes sense), but made a time machine by accident and got stuck. Apparently the elevator only went one way. And then the Doctor tried to jury rig it to take them back to the future, it became some kind of weird rolling ride that tumbled them all around everywhere, upside down and sideways and everything.
Then I woke up.
I blame Becka for this dream; we'd been discussing Doctor Who earlier and it clearly had some kind of affect on my brain.
It's been storming in Texas, which is awesome. Two thunderstorms in the past two days, hurrah! It was hot and humid and miserable pre-storm, but now it's not so hot and awful. Otherwise, Texas is fine. I'm just working on my online classes and hanging around the house. And Nagini is getting ready to shed. And that's about it.
I dreamed that the 10th Doctor and Rose Tyler were exploring this old building with Captain Jack Harkness and Donna Noble (yeah, apparently my subconscious was pulling in stuff from all across the Who universe) when they went into this elevator which contained an old toilet, a roll of chicken-wire, and a bamboo pole. They discovered that the elevator was, in fact, another time machine, which let them out on the bottom floor to discover a woman who had constructed this time machine in the 1800's. (She looked a lot like Harriet Jones.) The womanm who wasn't from the nineteenth century originally, hadn't meant to make a time machine; she was trying to make a spaceship so she could go and find her son (don't ask me how this makes sense), but made a time machine by accident and got stuck. Apparently the elevator only went one way. And then the Doctor tried to jury rig it to take them back to the future, it became some kind of weird rolling ride that tumbled them all around everywhere, upside down and sideways and everything.
Then I woke up.
I blame Becka for this dream; we'd been discussing Doctor Who earlier and it clearly had some kind of affect on my brain.
It's been storming in Texas, which is awesome. Two thunderstorms in the past two days, hurrah! It was hot and humid and miserable pre-storm, but now it's not so hot and awful. Otherwise, Texas is fine. I'm just working on my online classes and hanging around the house. And Nagini is getting ready to shed. And that's about it.