April 18th, 2012

So my dream last night consisted of my family and I going to an odd wax/antique museum filled with all sorts of neat and mysterious things.

The proprietor of said establishment? Why, the first Doctor Who, of course. When I mentioned to him that I would love to work at such a place, he lit up and proceeded to show me around the entire compound, even through the places that were being remodeled. The main area being reconstructed held a lot of creepier mannequins and was themed around a scarier atmosphere.

Turns out some of the displays actually came to life, including a Big Daddy (sans drill) from Bioshock, who proceeded to chase the Doctor and my family around one of the massive rooms - I managed to get myself lost at the time, so I saw this happening through a nearby window. I didn’t want the Big Daddy coming after me, so I found a window to the outside and began to climb out…only to realize that it emptied out about 5 stories up, with no balcony or any means of getting to the ground safely.

As I sat there on the sill, beginning to panic (since I could see through the hall and the window beyond that the Big Daddy was still milling around, looking for victims), I saw a window in a nearby alcove be pushed up, and a familiar face stick through. It was the Doctor (still in his first form). I hollered for him as loud as I dared and waved my arms, and he began looking around with a squint since it was dark outside. Once he saw me, his face lit up again, this time with relief, and he called “Don’t worry! I’ll come and get you!”

And then I woke up.

I find this odd (but fantastic) because I had a dream about the 4th Doctor not too long ago. Coincidence? Or maybe I’m going to be visited soon…

December 26th, 2011

The Twelve Days of Whomas

hello-im-rose-tyler:

tennantstype40:

TWELVE Masters drumming…

ELEVEN Daleks plotting…

TEN Jacks a-leaping…

NINE drunk Docs dancing…

EIGHT Wilfs out Wilf-ing…

SEVEN Ood a-singing…

SIX Moffats slaying…

FIVE HUNDRED MIIIILLLEES!!!

FOUR calls from Rose…

THREE allons-y’s…

TOO many ships…

AND SO MANY SEXY PEOPLE IN ONE SHOW!


There, I fixed it. ((Number 5))

I dig this oh-so very much.

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