Dreaming of a new Galifrey

My dream last night was a tribute to all those amazing people who over the years have created the Doctor Who set of stories.

In my dream I was a software test engineer who hung around with a rather strange set of individuals  One of these 'types' wore a long blue RAF trench coat. I kept experiencing strange sensations and insight into the nature of the dream's reality that the others did not.

We were looking for the Doctor.

What we found was a hidden door into a series of chambers that were... Larger on the inside than the outside.   Deep with this complex we found a room with a central column. it was still.

This was not the Doctor's Tardis. It was mine.

I regenerated and switched from being a human being to my true form as a Timelord.

I was survivor of Galifrey and there were others like me. We were gathering for a special event. The planting of a Tardis seed. The hope was that the new birth would trigger a transformation of the Earth, morphing it into a New Galifrey.

As the process started specific human individuals around the world 'woke up from their sleep.' They too were timelord sleepers.

The age began. The dream end.

Recent inspiration from dreams

The last few nights have seen me revert to my usual pattern of insomnia.

My dreams have been quite serious ones. Also they they have been useful. What a change.

In one I am a passenger in my science fiction universe. I am escaping from a prison world by executing a 'Spatial Transit' into a hyper-spatial aperture between worlds. I travel through time and space. It all  is about to make a lot of sense and just as I am about to be able to 'claim my noble prize' I wake up and forget most of the details. Typical.

The next dream has me adventuring again in the same universe. This time I am a sort of Time travelling Jedi Knight kind of person. I have dealings with warlords and bounty hunters and I uncover a plot for the foundation of a new galactic empire.

And then I wake up again.

I have had a few other dreams. Mostly prosaic. Some disturbing, which I would rather think about a bit more before sharing.

So that is it.  More sublime than ridiculous. That is what happens to me sometimes when I sleep. If I sleep.

Dream Journal - Those scheming Politicos and the invasion of the Forest of Dean

Two dreams last night.

Number one was about the political future of the United Kingdom... I think? I was having a cup of tea in my flat and then Gordon Brown, Ed Balls and George Osborne all popped round for a chat. It seem there had been some important development in student politics at the University of Kent and they wanted to know who the next Lib Dem Prime Minister was going to be... I hadn't a clue so they all went home.

Thankfully that was the end of that one.

Then I had to lead the resistance against the Invasion of the Forest of Dean by the vile, evil and general repellent forces of the Axis. That seemed to go well but it was a good thing the Welsh paratroopers turned up as my halftrack thingie had developed a flat tire (or something...?)

Fortunately I am awake now... Or am I? is this dream number three?

A dream tribute to John Christopher's Tripod Trilogy

Last nights dream was intriguing and just a bit scary.

I was in a distopian version of our world similar to the stories of John Christopher's Tripods world.

Our society had been taken over my 'the masters' an alien race that used mind control to subdue the human race. In the dream I was living in a town not unlike Stroud and my 'master' came to visit her human 'pet.'

the aliens in this stage of the dream took on human form. The master that visited me was concerned for my welfare. There was an absence of mind control evident in the dream. Our town had not been 'capped'

The community rose up against their alien overlords and my 'owner' was killed. The tripods attacked and the town was destroyed and the few survivors hid in tunnels under the wooded hills surrounding the town.

The next stage of the dream was after I had been 'capped.' For those not acquainted with the universe of the Tripod Trilogy the cap was a device the masters placed on the head of their human subjects for the purpose of controlling their thoughts and behaviours. This bit of the dream was weird.

I was in the city of gold and lead. I was prisoner of war. The cap was not fully functional and I could think rebellious thoughts of my own. The scary bit was an interview with a master who was trying to explain why his civilisation was superior. And how easily he would wipe me out...

Then the dream changed and I was a character from my science ficition novel with powers to control reality. I deactivated the physical underpinning for the masters mind control technology and destroyed their cities.

The dream ended at that point.

New dream - Exploding bathrooms and other dodgy plumbing effects

Well its been a little while since I've had a decent dream.

So here it is folks...

I was on this day trip to Bristol where the Church of England were trying to tell us all about the theological implications of proposed changes to the water flows in the Avon gorge ... Maybe fonts would overflow? Can not remember the details fortunately.

And then I was liberating Italy from Nazi tyranny ... The Italian army gave up fighting me and joined up with the allies... the americans were late (?!) but turned up in the end and saved the day.  Atleast I was on the right side for once.

And then I woke up to the sound of exploding water pipes in my bathroom. I rushed out of my bedroom and  hurried to find the stop tap thingie... Only to realise that, actually, I had not woken up and that this was still part of my dream...

Obviously caused by the water flow alterations down in Bristol.

Then I woke up... I think?

Dream Journal Alert! - James Bonds latest sidekick saves the world with exploding ear wax

I have had another one.

The dream goes thus...

An evil megalomaniac has taken over large parts of the Australian outback and built a secret military industrial complex with the (obvious, come on folks!) intention of 'taking over the world' in some involved method which I never quite work out.

James Bond is called in to foil this dastardly plan. Unfortunately he is not up to the job so his trusty side kick is needed (me... yes it goes down hill from here.) I never quite get a full 00 certification as my character can never remember it... and I keep blowing my cover by not remembering my name either... My name is 'Dave' or is it 'Steve' or ... er .... 'Bob?'

Does not quite sound right for a secret agent but nay mind.

Well the evil genius of Oz meets a sticky end due the application of exploding ear wax and toxic chewing gum... James Bond gets the girl and and I get banged up by the local bobbies for handling dodgy substances... C'est la vie...

How Tolkein could have written LOTR... But did not, thank god!

My dream a few nights back would have intrigued the Hobbit Meister considerably... Well maybe.

I was playing the role of this wizard, you see. I was part of a heroic band of adventurers who were, er, escorting a group of misunderstood orcs across the grassy plains to the safety of the nearby mountain range.

The trouble was that a bunch of aggressive horsemen kept molesting the poor orcs and I guess I felt a bit sorry for the little blighters.

So, even thought the lead warrior in the party was a bit upset about it, I had to use my wizardly powers to protect said goblins.  I think I succeeded but woke up at the points the trees started to talk.... Thank heaven for that...