Do you ever dream ?

I'm just sitting here on the couch at home. I must have dozed off and was thinking i'd gone to have a haircut. The barber was cutting someone elses hair, and i was the only one waiting, until an old man came in and sat next next to me. We spoke to each other for a few minutes, just passing the time of day. When the barber finished his customer and was getting paid, he looked over to me and pointed to the barbers chair. I said to the old man 'my turn', i stood up and took two steps across the room before i realised i was in my own lounge, i turned around to look at the old man i'd been talking to, and he wasn't there.

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  • I have had a few lucid dreams, where you can control what happens. I quite often wake myself up from dreams that have become irritating or tedious. I once dreamt I was a creature with many appendages, a bit like an octopus, when I woke up from it, the sensation of having and controlling many appendages stayed with me for a few minutes, which was very strange.

  • I’d love to have more ‘ok I know I’m in a dream let’s lean into it’ moments but they are rare. 

  • One rather nice dream (I’ll do nightmares later) that I had a couple of months back: I was volunteering as someone who spent time (maybe I’ll do that in real life sometime) with an elderly person for company and assistance one or twice a week. I was in this old man’s living room, and we took a break in chatting so he could watch some programme on telly while he ate his dinner. I was thumbing through a copy of Doctor Who Magazine with the actor William Russell (one of the original three Who companions froM 1963) on the cover - no such issue exists, this was just in the dream, but he’d just turned up in Jodie Whittaker’s last ep after 57 years away, which left me a wreck as you can imagine. Anyway, the old guy looks across the room, notices it, and goes… ‘I remember the day they took that’ and I suddenly realised that that’s who he was. William Russell. Somehow I hadn’t recognised him. I’m in shock and amazement but he just gives me a sort of ‘calm down, it’s fine’ look and we carry on as normal. But then, a little while later he gets up, leaves the house, wishes me well, gets into a nice car and leaning out the window says ‘I hope we can be friends, oh and I’ve been writing this sort of newsletter thing I think you might like, I’ll drop one round in the morning. Take care till then.’ Then he gives me a cheerful wave and drives off. I realise he was the one visiting me, mine was the house, he was the volunteer. Even though he’s 98. The dream had sort of shifted round and ended there. It was nice to ‘meet’ him and find that he was so kind and thoughtful. And that we’d just connected as people, not legend and fan. 

  • They’re my second faves after the 80s ones 

  • My favourites are the Mondasian ones, but I think I'm in a minority there! I liked their return in World Enough and Time.

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