Over the past month or so, we’ve finally joined the Dr. Who bandwagon. It’s hard not to when my mom, one of my best friends, and countless other people that we know are all into it.
So far, we enjoy it. My husband (the avid Trekkie) sometimes has qualms with space-time’s influence on the plot (which I understand), but we like its quirky British humor, the stories, and the characters. And we’ve decided that the campiness is to its advantage because sometimes otherwise the stories would be downright too creepy.
However, since our foray into Dr. Who began, my dreams have turned from rather negligible to situations that make me wonder if I’m up to unusual exploits when I’m “sleeping.”
It began with a jewelry store in a shopping mall. It was being held up and there were hostages. After calming a frightened child and hiding him away in one of the abandoned stores, I ended up in the jewelry store trying to save the hostages. From aliens. What the aliens wanted, I don’t recall, but I eventually talked them out of whatever it was that they were doing and we all escaped.
One night, there were wasps that disguised themselves as hairs and attached themselves to people. You knew it was a wasp because of the little wings. The only way to remove them was to pluck them like an unkempt eyebrow. And it hurt.
Last night, it was a ski resort with a jump that, once passed, led into a very barren, snowless, rocky obstacle course. And there was something about pizza. Very dangerous pizza that should not be eaten under any circumstances. Especially that piece that supposedly had avocado on it.
Have you watched any Dr. Who? Have you had any strange dreams lately? Does Dr. Who seemingly give you strange dreams too?
After publishing this, I realized that it’s my 200th post. Well then.