madness. it's all madness

I had such a weird dream last night. It was a Doctor Who/Torchwood dream. I'm not sure how or why - I was watching Dark Angel before bed! But anyway, in my dream, John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd and Burn Gorman had all come for tea at my parents' house. I have no idea how that happened, but they were there. It wasn't even as if we had any food in the house to offer them - as a family we were planning to go out to a restaurant to eat, because the cupboards were bare. But there they were, and we were entertaining them. Burn Gorman had an injured leg, apparently the result of a fangirl stampede. Yeah, I know. My subconscious is clearly a strange place to be. Anyway, John Barrowman was teasing me with hints and clues about the Doctor Who season finale tonight. "Ianto looks too good in a suit to be killed," he said. Or words to that effect. I was just trying to find out more, when...

BZZZ. Some drunken idiot went and started ringing my front door bell in the middle of the night, and woke me up. Grrr.

"'M look'n' f'r numma nine."
"There is no number nine in this building."
"Oh. 'K. 'M look'n' f'r numma nineteen."
"There is no number nineteen in this building. We go up to six."
"Oh. Think 've got th' wron' numma."
"You've got the wrong building. Go away."

So that was the dream well and truly interrupted. Alas! I will never know what potential spoilers for tonight's episode my brain might have come up with!

madness. it's all madness

I had such a weird dream last night. It was a Doctor Who/Torchwood dream. I'm not sure how or why - I was watching Dark Angel before bed! But anyway, in my dream, John Barrowman, Gareth David-Lloyd and Burn Gorman had all come for tea at my parents' house. I have no idea how that happened, but they were there. It wasn't even as if we had any food in the house to offer them - as a family we were planning to go out to a restaurant to eat, because the cupboards were bare. But there they were, and we were entertaining them. Burn Gorman had an injured leg, apparently the result of a fangirl stampede. Yeah, I know. My subconscious is clearly a strange place to be. Anyway, John Barrowman was teasing me with hints and clues about the Doctor Who season finale tonight. "Ianto looks too good in a suit to be killed," he said. Or words to that effect. I was just trying to find out more, when...

BZZZ. Some drunken idiot went and started ringing my front door bell in the middle of the night, and woke me up. Grrr.

"'M look'n' f'r numma nine."
"There is no number nine in this building."
"Oh. 'K. 'M look'n' f'r numma nineteen."
"There is no number nineteen in this building. We go up to six."
"Oh. Think 've got th' wron' numma."
"You've got the wrong building. Go away."

So that was the dream well and truly interrupted. Alas! I will never know what potential spoilers for tonight's episode my brain might have come up with!