Oh, this dream was nothing short of a delicious romp!! Here goes:
I am living in a very large old building which has a beautiful wide foyer with a sweeping staircase curving off to the left. The floors are all hardwood, worn to a creamy yellow colour but polished with a matte finish that gave a warm glow to the entire structure. I am walking around with some friends, either heading to or coming from my apartment, and someone says, "I just love the way all these alians co-mingle on Dr. Who!"
"Co-mingle!", I respond in mock horror, "Oh no! They would never 'co-mingle'! Can you imagine what would happen if say the Ood would 'co-mingle' with a Darlik?" We all laugh at this image, coming up with all kinds of impossible combinations. At the staircase, my friends go off and I say goodbye to them.
From the corner of my eye, I see something materialize in the dark shadows down the hall and smile as I recognize the TARDIS. The Doctor (Christopher Eccleston) and Rose walk out and I go to greet them. Rose says she needs to take a bath, why doesn't the TARDIS have a bathtub, where can she take a bath? And I show her my apartment and leave her to it.
Other people walk through the foyer, and I wait for them to leave, before greeting the Doctor in a more personal way, by going up to him and giving him a warm hug. "I've been waiting for you for a long time", I say, "And I would love to be your companion. Besides, I'm much closer in age to you than that little girl is." He laughs, and arms around each other, we walk around, just chatting easily, waiting for Rose to finish her bath.
A slight commotion at the end of a hallway arises. A group of people gather there, and we walk over to investigate. Now things turn serious, in the Dr. Who sort of way, for there is Rose, shrunk down to a size of a large doll, a miniature form of herself. She is sitting on a cushion on a shelf outside an apartment, dressed in a sheer white gown, all pink and white, a true Rose. I give the Doctor a quick kiss on the cheek, and leave him to deal with figuring out what happened. An episode, "Waters of Mars" crosses my mind, but I know this is different. One of my friends comes to me and tells me this is very disappointing, that I belong with the Doctor, not she.
I look back at this perfect miniature woman and scoff at the notion. "She is absolutely stunning and has the brains to match," I say. "They definitely belong together."
All I feel now is joy at the knowledge that I had personal contact with The Doctor.
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