No, this is not related to either Hamlet or the awesome episode of Batman: The Animated Series. This post is a recollection of my most recent Doctor Who inspired dream. I've had a few before, each being exceptionally good story fodder for my writing--this one included--and I will recount them in dream form as well as possibly craft a short story around them on this blog.
In this particular dream it didn't start off as a "Doctor Who" dream. At the beginning I am in a high school (or what looks like a typical public high school only with elementary age students) meeting David Tennant in a class room which he is teaching in. He is of course wearing the brown pinstripe suit we are accustomed to seeing on the show. He's even speaking in his "Doctor" voice. At a glance, you would think that he is The Doctor in my dream, but I refer to him as David. We also speak about his performance as The Doctor. Mainly I speak of how the "End of Time" two-part special featured some of his best acting, and he gets that teary eyed smile we all love. I also speak of how my sister and fiancee think as I do and regard him as the best Doctor.
As he begins to teach his class the principal (I think...Matron?) arrives and begins to berate the children in a very kindly and polite manner. She's very much like Dolores Umbridge from the Harry Potter books only resembling the Nanny from the "Partners in Crime" episode of series four. A mixture of the two characters perhaps. Somehow she did not notice me standing in the back left (from my perspective) corner of the room. There was also a stack of random junk there that nobody seemed to notice. Perhaps it was a perception filter. Also I found it hard to stand up, as if the room was shaking or tilting. She left after a minute or two and somehow it was getting close to bedtime for the children. Doctor Tennant and I were going to investigate some strange goings on in the school. Before leaving I bade the kids to hide in the corner if someone came after them. I then picked up an exceptionally long scarf and proceeded to put it on. David then snatched it from me. Upon further inspection, the long scarf was pieced together from various Hogwarts house scarves.
"I'm a bit of a fan," admitted David, "Allons-Y"
Before exiting, I ran back to the corner and grabbed an old crumpled Fedora, which I knew was one of mine and handed it to him. We then ran down the halls until finding the teachers' lounge. Upon entering we found all of the teachers uproariously shouting at one another. How could this be? Strangely many of them were actually acquaintances from the community theatre I act and direct at. Instinctively I placed myself between them in attempts to quell the situation. Somehow my words were coming from their mouths. Did I now posses psychic powers?
Eventually a lunch lady entered to speak to David. However, this lady hadn't a stealthy bone in her body and her "whispers" may as well have been shouts. She spoke of how David was correct in thinking something was wrong with the food. She had sneaked something that resembled a poison from the kitchen. Her outburst alerted the teaching staff that we were not who we appeared to be. A rumble broke out (ala West Side Story) There was a lot of snapping and dancing. Again I couldn't stand up and slid all over the slippery wooden floor. Suddenly the rumble was over, and Doctor Tennant gave me some chewing gum to balance me. It had it's side effects but seemed to work.
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