It’s my intention that this blog will serve as a medium to transverse the meandering path through the depths of sleep where the magical is the mundane and the fantastical is the ordinary. That said, let’s get right to it!

Several nights ago I had a curious dream that centered around Dr. Who. I had been quite a fan a decade or more ago, but hadn’t thought of this TV show in many years, so this came out of the blue. It was a very odd melding of things. I was more or less a Merlin-type character witnessing some strange ritual in a subterranean chamber. Everyone was dressed in old fashioned clothes… I would venture 17th century (I have been watching Colonial House on PBS). The assembled people were to worship someone, a woman perhaps, but she was a statue that might’ve come to life and became many clones or duplicates.

At that point, law enforcement-types entered and arrested a woman in the back of the crowd for indecent exposure. Not really indecent, she was dressed in 21st century street clothes. I left the crowd and followed up to the surface and egressed from the back stairs of what is the church at which I’m an organist. I continued following, but then someone else was watching the proceedings. I believe it was the Rani, a nemesis of Dr. Who. At that point I give up and go back in the same way I came out of what is now the church, but as I go upstairs this time, I notice a flash of light and that familiar sound of the TARDIS
(Dr. Who’s time machine) materializing, so I go down the steps and end up in what is the hall of church and there two Doctors (the 4th and 5th ones pictured above) are and were crazed and dazed and ran up out into what should’ve been the churchyard, but in the dream was a massive period-style market and disappeared into the crowd. I followed but lost him/them, and met up with one his companions, Nyssa. She told me that the Keeper of Traken had sent her to help someone, but she didn’t know who and I inquired of my good friend the Keeper.

From that point, I’m not entirely sure anymore what was dreamed or what I created in my mind upon waking, continuing the story in my head which had myself and Nyssa head off into the rectory where I (still a Merlin/wizard type person, but seemed to also be the rector) found her suitable clothes as she was still dressed in her native Traken (her planet) clothing. Unlike the real rectory, this one was a huge old elaborate stone building with ornate and detailed dark woodworkings with giant windows, from which she spotted the Doctors down in the market. It has served to inspire a short story that I am in the process of
writing.