Dreamlife...

I really sound like I have no life on this blog, but I kind of do have one, honest. I just seem to talk more about one aspect on here. And this post is not really going to change that, because it's predictibly about Mr Tennant again. But it's his fault, as he has invaded my dreams twice this week, and odd-ish dreams they have been as well.

First one was... well, we won't say quite what it was, but the strange thing it was it was very 'Peepshow' esque. You know most dreams are kind of a mixture of you experiencing it but also looking from the outside? (well, they are for me!) this was just all about his face, very close and... well, just very close as we... talked. Yes. It was extremely vivid and although lovely it was also strange to recall when I woke up.

Second dream was last night - a weird mixture of him as himself, and also as the Doctor. There was some sort of story, involving the end of the world, something to do with blood and something he was carrying; I can't quite remember what it all was, but it may have something to do with me watching Film 2009 and JR reviewing the film 2012 just before I fell asleep. Anyways, it was all quite odd, but this time in vivid touching feeling way - no, not like that! He had shirtsleeves on but I can still remember the feel of the skin and hair on his arm, and holding his hand (not a soppy as it sounds) And again, the face very close as he talked, all eyes and expressions. ( I would also like to say here that I put him in a particularly fetching shirt and if I could design clothes I would because it was, even if I say so myself, bloody nice.)

Anyways, now I've made myself sound like even more of a complete nutter than I already have, I wish I knew why he keeps invading my dreams in such a vivid way this week - not that I'm complaining, but they were just such unusual dreams, particularly the very close ups of his face. I don't know what my dreams are trying to tell me, but I'm prepared to listen if it wants to tell me some more....