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The dream I had last night was...weird.
The first bit that I remember is that at one point, I was talking in a really strong Mancunian accent. For some reason. Then, me and this friend of mine started walking through this city and apparently, the entire city was being used for a sci-fi convention. We walked past these two guys dressed as Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent and I said hi.
Then, we came to a beach. There was this huge, natural rock archway across part of the beach and standing beside it was Anthony Ainley who was apparently at the con. He was dressed as the Master, also, which seemed a bit random. Me and my friend walked past him and through the archway and went to another part of the convention. When we came back through, Ainley was talking to whoever plays the Rani (I still can't remember her name, dammit) who was also wearing her character costume. They were being very shifty. In that sort of dream logic that let's you know absolutely that something is true, I knew they were plotting something. So we walked past them and sat at a table far away from them and I watched them surreptitiously, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Eventually, I turned away from them and watched them in a mirror.
It was at that point that in the mirror, the Rani actress looked up and directly at me. I turned around. Ainley and the Rani were looking directly at me. We had an awkward stare-off for about 30 seconds and then I snapped, and bolted away.
Later on, I was brought to some sort of trial for it and they were trying to prove that I was spying on them so I had to convince the Rani that I didn't know her evil plot.
I did this by saying, "Oh...no...I'm a huge fan, I love you guys in Doctor Who." This, unfortunately, was a barefaced lie because I haven't seen most of Classic Who yet.
Ainley bought it pretty quickly and said, "Oh, right," but the Rani gave me this searching look and said, "Prove it. What's your favourite bit?"
Well, shit.
I ended up recounting the one bit the Marion told me in which the Master ruins the Rani's plans and she kicks him in the balls. This, somehow, seemed to pass and the Rani stopped being suspicious of me, except to ask, "Why did you run off, then?"
"Uh...it was getting really awkward?" I said. This also passed muster.
I can't help but think the whole thing would have been easier if Sylvester McCoy had been there in his costume.
The dream ended with this scientist giving me some sheets of paper and telling me to go to the future and give them to his future self for a lesson he'd be doing with his future students. So I did and handed them to him and he turned the time machine off.
"Excuse me, I need that to get home," I said.
"It's fine," he said. "You can open it again. Just use your personal bar code...oh, wait."
Tool.
Then I woke up.
The first bit that I remember is that at one point, I was talking in a really strong Mancunian accent. For some reason. Then, me and this friend of mine started walking through this city and apparently, the entire city was being used for a sci-fi convention. We walked past these two guys dressed as Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent and I said hi.
Then, we came to a beach. There was this huge, natural rock archway across part of the beach and standing beside it was Anthony Ainley who was apparently at the con. He was dressed as the Master, also, which seemed a bit random. Me and my friend walked past him and through the archway and went to another part of the convention. When we came back through, Ainley was talking to whoever plays the Rani (I still can't remember her name, dammit) who was also wearing her character costume. They were being very shifty. In that sort of dream logic that let's you know absolutely that something is true, I knew they were plotting something. So we walked past them and sat at a table far away from them and I watched them surreptitiously, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Eventually, I turned away from them and watched them in a mirror.
It was at that point that in the mirror, the Rani actress looked up and directly at me. I turned around. Ainley and the Rani were looking directly at me. We had an awkward stare-off for about 30 seconds and then I snapped, and bolted away.
Later on, I was brought to some sort of trial for it and they were trying to prove that I was spying on them so I had to convince the Rani that I didn't know her evil plot.
I did this by saying, "Oh...no...I'm a huge fan, I love you guys in Doctor Who." This, unfortunately, was a barefaced lie because I haven't seen most of Classic Who yet.
Ainley bought it pretty quickly and said, "Oh, right," but the Rani gave me this searching look and said, "Prove it. What's your favourite bit?"
Well, shit.
I ended up recounting the one bit the Marion told me in which the Master ruins the Rani's plans and she kicks him in the balls. This, somehow, seemed to pass and the Rani stopped being suspicious of me, except to ask, "Why did you run off, then?"
"Uh...it was getting really awkward?" I said. This also passed muster.
I can't help but think the whole thing would have been easier if Sylvester McCoy had been there in his costume.
The dream ended with this scientist giving me some sheets of paper and telling me to go to the future and give them to his future self for a lesson he'd be doing with his future students. So I did and handed them to him and he turned the time machine off.
"Excuse me, I need that to get home," I said.
"It's fine," he said. "You can open it again. Just use your personal bar code...oh, wait."
Tool.
Then I woke up.