The Horror In My Head
Last night's dream was a sort of nightmare-dream two-fer combo. I sat down to watch 'Doomsday' and it started with Rose and the Doctor wandering around London quite calmly as if nothing had happened. A ha, I thought, a flashback. They'll get to the Dalek and Cyberman action soon enough. And I waited and waited...
The next scene was a fight between two Abzorbaloffs, where the victor signalled his triumph by farting repeatedly. By the time it got to the comedy pirate-bot, my heart was sinking to my knees. Then it cut to Russell T Davies, reading the script and being all postmodern, and meeting the Doctor and Rose, who were saying things like "Cuh! It's like being in a Doctor Who episode!". At that moment, I felt a boiling, burning rage, and cpt-Buggernuts' phrase about pits and snakes kept flashing in my mind.
I think it's fair to say I'm a bit worried about how tonight's episode of Doctor Who might turn out.
So then Roger and the Lewises formed a committee dedicated to seizing control of Doctor Who in a violent coup (this section of the dream was cartoon-style and in black and white, for no reason). I offered to tag along and do the minutes. For some reason - maybe this says something about my opinion of my friends - the meeting was held at a Turkish bath and everyone was starkers.
I wasn't the only new person in the committee, though. Also attending, Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper.
The minutes, in the end, all turned out to say "I can see Christopher Eccleston's cock!!!", much to my friends' annoyance.
And yes, before you ask, I did have a bit too much to drink last night.
The next scene was a fight between two Abzorbaloffs, where the victor signalled his triumph by farting repeatedly. By the time it got to the comedy pirate-bot, my heart was sinking to my knees. Then it cut to Russell T Davies, reading the script and being all postmodern, and meeting the Doctor and Rose, who were saying things like "Cuh! It's like being in a Doctor Who episode!". At that moment, I felt a boiling, burning rage, and cpt-Buggernuts' phrase about pits and snakes kept flashing in my mind.
I think it's fair to say I'm a bit worried about how tonight's episode of Doctor Who might turn out.
So then Roger and the Lewises formed a committee dedicated to seizing control of Doctor Who in a violent coup (this section of the dream was cartoon-style and in black and white, for no reason). I offered to tag along and do the minutes. For some reason - maybe this says something about my opinion of my friends - the meeting was held at a Turkish bath and everyone was starkers.
I wasn't the only new person in the committee, though. Also attending, Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper.
The minutes, in the end, all turned out to say "I can see Christopher Eccleston's cock!!!", much to my friends' annoyance.
And yes, before you ask, I did have a bit too much to drink last night.