Because referencing Shakespeare in your post titles makes you automatically well-read.
(Totally joking, by the way.)
Dreams. Is it just me - no, it isn't just me, because I know some people who are having the same thing. But I'll ask anyway: is it just me, or did everyone have a ton of vivid dreams when they were fourteen or fifteen? (Le gasp! Giving away of the age on the internet!*). Or - because I know this happens, too - is it a Doctor Who thing?
Because I've lost count of how many times I've traveled with the Doctor. What was with that world the TARDIS landed in that was made of Jello and filled with Orwellian dystopia characters, anyway? And I'm pretty sure the Capitol didn't get the memo that you can't sign a girl up for the the Hunger Games seven times. And I think sending Halo: Reach characters into the arena to kill me is against the rules, too. Have I really been to summer camp that many times? I was an elite ninja with my friend's mum once, have you ever done that? Then there was this terribly embarrassing moment at choir where I walked up on stage and I wasn't in my uniform. But one of the times I'm most happy with is the time I watched Donna Noble and the Eleventh Doctor escape from Weeping Angels, investigate the Hound of Baskerville, and then hang out and have an emotionally relevant chat about regeneration.
Yeah. Not even going to Eygpt with Churchill and having the Doctor as a boarder in our multicoloured fairytale house can beat that one.
What kind of dreams do you guys have? I love hearing about the marvellous adventures we all go on in the night.
On a completely different note, a note which is not even part of the real [and very short] above post:
I've had an idea boiling in my head for a while now, but it came to the surface just now. KidWholock. Tell me it would work.
Just bear with me for a second - the Doctor has a son with River (I know the Doctor having a child is cliche. But I'm already writing that idea and you can't stop me! *runs away laughing maniacally*). Because the child is too young to travel, and River is dead at the Library, the Doctor leaves the boy with the Ponds. They bring him up normally. The Doctor pops in for dinners. Anyway, they send Theta (the kid) to public school, and at recess he meets the Holmes boys, Mycroft and Sherlock. They start having adventures and solving mysteries, though they get off to a rough start, because Sherlock has no care for the solar system and, along with Mycroft, seriously doubts that Theta's dad is who he says he is.
And Grandpa Rory has been teaching Theta how to do that awesome punch where the kid - *ahem* - enemy who is opposing you gets knocked out cold for a full five minutes.
But they start getting along after a while.
And there's the lonely John Watson who teams up with them sometimes.
And, getting off to an early start, is James from kindergarten who keeps ziplock bags of powdered, deadly poison in his multicoloured school cubbyhole.
*Not to be flippant, but, well, if someone really wanted to know how old I was, in a creepy way, it's not like they couldn't find out anyway. It is on my Facebook, if you look back to the last time it was my birthday.