My subconscious will apparently not tolerate any Time Lord bashing.

[gallifreyireland]

When I asked my older brother where he was in DW now, he said "Cybermen". So we started talking about the episodes he's seen recently, when he goes and says this:

"I like Eccleston better than this one."

I almost passed out right there. What followed was me ranting and proclaiming the superiority of David Tennant above all else while he watched with amusement. Eventually I got onto the topic of CE leaving the show on (what I considered) dumb terms. And about how upset I was that he wouldn't even consider returning for the anniversary next year. And I was probably very mean to him.
I really do love Chris, but when it comes to David, I'm very...protective...I guess.

So last night, after my Christopher-Eccleston-pales-in-comparison-to-David-and-don't-you-dare-say-otherwise rant, my mind gave me this dream.

As soon as I woke up, I grabbed some paper and jotted this down so I wouldn't forget anything. I left it exactly as I wrote it at the time [except for the occasional commentary]. Enjoy, I guess.
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Matt Smith was in a football uniform, like in that episode “The Lodger”. David Tennant looked to be in his twenties or early thirties, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Christopher Eccleston was dressed just the same as the Ninth Doctor always was, except he was wearing khakis. [Here I scribbled in the margins: ‘I greeted them by name, except I called David “Young David Tennant”.  He smirked at me.’]

 We were having dinner in my dining room and talking and I suddenly decided to get a picture of them. I remember saying “Wait! I should get a picture. All three of my Doctors together!” like it was completely normal for them all to be at my house, only I never thought to get a pic until now. They agreed and scooted together, smiling. But when I held my camera up, Matt was gone and it was just David and Chris leaning over Matt’s empty chair to fit in the pic together. [Here there was a hastily drawn seating chart, because apparently it was vitally important that I remember where they were sitting]

 My brilliant mind deduced that “Oh, I guess he wasn’t really here”. They shrugged as if disappearing dinner guests were completely normal and I took the picture. When I looked at the screen to check if it came out alright, only Chris was actually in the pic. I looked back up and discovered that sure enough, Young David Tennant had disappeared as well. Chris and I went on chatting and I apologized for Matt and David’s disappearances, saying “Normally I can’t dream that vividly while I’m awake. They looked just as real as you and you’re still here!” He just smiled, shrugged and said “It happens. No harm done.”

When it was time for him to leave, I asked if I could hug him, and he seemed surprised that I would want to. I told him “I kinda love your ears”. He started smiling again and stood up to hug me [That’s all it takes to get a guy these days? Loving his ears? Good to know.] I threw my arms around his neck and he picked me off the ground. After a few moments of him swinging me back in forth in the air [???], he sat me down again and I moved my arms from his neck to wrap around his torso instead. He had one arm around my back and one hand in my hair. I kissed his chest (?!) [Even in my stupor, I was aware of how weird that sounded], well the part of his shirt covering his chest anyway before I let go, and he beamed at me. I said "You give the best ‘Doctor-after-saving-the-world' hugs!” He answered “You’re not so bad yourself.” and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear before kissing me on the cheek. He walked towards the door and just before he left, he turned back and said “Thanks for dinner!” beaming that ridiculous smile of his. Still blushing from his kiss, I mumbled “Anytime” and waved to him after he slipped out the door.

I went back to the dining room to find my sister sitting there (I wasn’t surprised to see her, but I can’t remember if she was there the whole time or not). I glared at her and said “You could have at least gotten a picture of me hugging Christopher Eccleston instead of sitting there being useless!” [I was very distraught about this fact].

She laughed and said “Who’s Christopher Eccleston?” Then I remembered she wasn’t a fan of Doctor Who, and was about to explain it to her when she added “That was the Doctor, silly. You should know that considering you’ve been dating him for months now!” [This was my dream and we weren't married yet? For shame.] She continued to laugh as she left and I just stood there completely confused until I heard the familiar sound of the TARDIS and ran outside just in time to see it fade away from behind a bush. I mumbled “See you around, Doctor.” and went inside.​ [Anyone else feeling some heavy UST here? It's ridiculous.]

                                                                                          -    THE END-    

(Oh, and there was some old lady who transformed into Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds at our dinner party, but I can’t remember if she was important, considering all the DW fangirling I was busy with. I’m guessing she disappeared as well…)


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I could blame this on the fact that I've been reading alot of Nine/Rose recently, or the fact that the first chapter of my new fic "Relativity" has to do with dreaming, but I'm pretty sure my mind was telling me that's its unacceptable to insult Chris. And I have learned my lesson. Afterall, he does give great hugs.

(But if the Sandman is finally going to give me some 'men of Doctor Who' dreams, I would appreciate some that aren't quite so...G rated. I mean come on. Help a girl out here.)