[Arthur Pendragon, Crown Prince and unofficial regent of Camelot is dreaming of tournaments.

This in itself isn't the least bit odd, what is odd, is how the dream in question is unfolding ( Read more... )

[Who ever said a dream had to be restful? Someone boring, probably. Certainly not any self respecting doctor of archaeology. At least not one answering to the name of River Song. And for fortunately anyone entering this specific dream hoping for adventure, that's exactly what she answered to ( Read more... )

There's a coffee shop, nothing particularly extraordinary about it, except perhaps the rakish young man seated at a table in the corner, near the back. The way he's seated is most peculiar - more of a crouch, really, with his knees drawn up to his chest; he stares at the cup of coffee on the table in front of him. He won't appear to notice anyone ( Read more... )

[ The first thing you hear is the ocean.  There is a slight fog.  Bobby remembers going outside, but he doesn't remember how long he's been on the beach.  And he begins to realize this might be a dream.  He is laying on the sand and sits up.  He wonders if this is going to turn into a nightmare or not.]

[ Wherever you are in your dreams tonight, you'll notice a particularly odd looking blue box with a man standing outside of it. His hands are in his pockets as he leans against it, grinning, looking at the landscape of the dream, which is fashioned to your liking. A city, hills, perhaps even just an open field or even a ship at sea. Tonight, the ( Read more... )

[If there ever was a ship qualified to sail the skies in the lands of someone's dreams it was none other then the Prima Vista.  With it's golden towers and stained glass windows and the luxurious elaborate decor ordaining each of the ships graceful curves.  It wasn't gaudy though, no not by any means.  It was a true work of art, and a real classy ( Read more... )

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