The Dangers of Fan Fiction aka Blaine is Captain Jack

Okay, so last night I learned why it's probably not a good idea to read Torchwood fan fiction AND Glee fan fiction right before bed. This is the first dream I've remembered clearly enough to post about in quite awhile.

It started off pretty incredibly depressing. Blaine had been in a car crash and died and Burt was bringing Kurt to the morgue to see him. His parents were already there, crying and depressed and... yeah. There was a long, depressing good-bye scene that kind of broke my little 'shipper heart and Kurt and his dad turned to leave.

And all of a sudden Blaine sucks in a breath and sits up on the slab. Somehow, just like Captain Jack Harkness, Blaine had become a fixed point in time, unable to die. So the Doctor (Elven, specifically because OBVIOUSLY) shows up to try and find out what's happened and tries to get Blaine to travel with him. Blaine naturally doesn't want to leave Kurt, but he also doesn't want to take Kurt along and have him not finish school and stuff and... then my baby woke up crying and I never did find out what was up with all that. If I had any theories, I'd write a fic of my own to work it all out.

Harry and the Doctor

Harry Potter Promo Pic, originally uploaded by virus95.

Time travel has never been so odd.

My dream last night started at my friend Ashley's house. Except it was not like any house she or her parents had ever lived in. I know, I've seen them all. Seriously. But it was her house as far as dream me knew, and we settled down on the couch to watch the new episode of Doctor Who.

The episode happened to focus on the Doctor showing up to help the students at Hogwarts fight Voldemort. But the students had known the Doctor's previous incarnation (or one of them, anyway), so Eleven was having to prove to them that he was in fact the Doctor. And then prove that they really needed his help. Harry was oddly confrontational about the whole thing.

At some point Ashley or I spilled ice cream on the floor, so I was distracted from the episode by helping get that cleaned up. And then I was at my place getting an email from my friend Chad about how he'd had someone out to clean the carpets. Because apparently at that point in the dream I'd been at his house instead? I have no idea. I just know that a Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover is easily one of the strangest things I've ever dreamed.

Molesting the Doctor

The Guardian - Matt Smith interview, originally uploaded by Cameron K McEwan.

I credit my dear friend Chad with the lovely start to my dreams last night since he kept sending me delicious YouTube vidoes of Matt Smith <3 In any case, in the context of the dream, I was somehow involved with production on the new Doctor Who... but there were other people there who really shouldn't have been, such as one of the guys from Red Dwarf. That's just how dreamWho rolls, apparently.

In any case, we were doing a read through of the scripts all sitting on the floor. I was sitting with Matt and giving him a hug from behind while he read his script. Yep, I'm a dorky fan girl even in my dreams. But in my dreams? There are no restraining orders and people are happy with the interference. Oooo.

Then in real life, Otis decided to wake us up because apparently he was thirsty. When did he become a toddler? Anyway, I went back to sleep and things became less warm and fuzzy. Which sucks cuz I much rather would have kept snuggling Matt, damn the luck!

In the second dream, we were going to a university where Wes was taking classes. There was some kind of play or ceremony going on, and the really weird thing? My mom and dad were there and together, which is, as most of you know, bizarre on a LOT of levels. At one point I went upstairs in a building and there was a hotel room set up for people to wait in or something. I hung out there for awhile and then went downstairs. Wes and I ended up getting in a fight on the way out to the parking lot (we'd all driven out there together) because he wasn't listening and then was being rude. He got pissed and ended up ditching to talk to some chick he was in class with.

I was so ticked off that I just went upstairs to the weird little room again. My phone made a noise and it turned out I had a message. It was from Wes saying that he wasn't sure we were going to work out after all and he was going to take some time to be sure. He said he had gone home with the girl I'd seen him talking to, and that I should just go home with my parents alone. The alarm naturally chose to wake me before I could process any of that or fix anything, so a night of dreaming that ended awesomely fell entirely into suck.