So I know that I just put up a journal recently, but I had this craaaaa~zy dream last night, and since y'all seemed to enjoy my dreams last time I wrote about them, i decided to do so again.
Just be warned- there is a bit of a... violent part. I didn't really write it as violent/scary as it was in my dream, but I just thought I'd give a warning. Also, my brain is extremely random. BEWARE. XD
I was on the second story of a modern apartment building looking out the window when I saw these strange half frog/half human creatures hopping about. They looked to be toddles, and they were being rounded up and killed. I ran downstairs and somehow slipped back in time. The hall was sepia-coloured and lit by candles in the sconces lining the walls. I heard people talking outside my door, so I paused and listened to them saying something about how a great hunter of supernatural creatures had returned, but from their conversation, the man seemed to be very ruthless and didn't care whether the creature was good or bad or neutral- he killed them all.
After the men left, I slipped out the door and saw the poster they were referring to. It was drawn in the style of WANTED posters in the American West, though this one was promoting him rather than demoralizing him. His name was long, but his last name was Lincoln- not to be confused with the President, as apparently he was of no relation.
I raced outside the building and sat down with two people: a guy and a girl about my age- whom I felt I could trust to discuss the problem. We were at the second-to-last of several wooden picnic tables, but the garb of the people was of ancient Greece, not the Wild West like I had expected. It was busy, with people chatting and milling about, though it was also obvious that this was not the most prosperous community. The main topic of discussion was the three "fire bears" on the mountain that loomed above us. It was partially barricaded off and had modern police tape running around the base of it. However, from the people's descriptions, these fire bears were only named after the mountain and were simply very large, possibly aggressive grizzly bears.
Suddenly, the man from the poster came along and began talking to the people at the tables. He stood at the edge of ours and berated us for letting our male comrade remain sprawled on the ground instead of picking him up, though I don't remember him falling in the first place. The man then warned us against going up on the mountain after the fire bears, and I realized that he knew more about these creatures than others did, and that the fire bears were indeed supernatural in some way. However, I had a different mission in mind (one that I did not even fully know quite then, only that it was large in scope and extremely important), so I kept quiet and studied him.
He was dressed in Spartan armour though only carried a sword. He had a long face with a strong jaw that was evident even with his well-kept black beard, which reached down to the bottom of his breastplate. He did not wear a helmet, showcasing his short, curly black hair. Thick eyebrows cast shadows over his deep-set, dark brown eyes. He was tanned and well muscled. This man was a fighting machine and not to be reckoned with.
After he warned us, he gave food and water to the people of the village. However cruel he might be to creatures, it was obvious that his kindness to humans, especially those in need, was abounding. He was here to protect these people, not necessarily fill some thirst for violence and blood. With his duty done, he left to prepare for the hunt.
As soon as the man left, several local soldiers dressed in less extensive armour than the first arrived. They brandished weapons similar to tridents, though there were four prongs instead of three. There were two in the front and two in the back, almost like chair legs but with sharpened points and a large silver handle.
The people screamed and scattered, though some were unable to get away and cowered under the tables. I was one such person. The soldiers found any excuse to kill someone- you were a woman? Dead. You didn't read the fourth section of their holy book (which these people were too poor to get access to and probably illiterate anyway)? Dead. The list went on and on, though most of the reasons were pettier than the ones listed.
The lead soldier found me and mocked me for trying to disguise my gender. He tried to stab me with his strange weapon, but somehow I rolled away just in time and knocked it from his grasp. Infuriated, he grabbed my shirt and lifted me up, unsheathing his sword. Somehow I managed to use his weapon against him, forcing him to drive his blade though his own neck. He released me and dropped to the ground. Sickened, I ran from the slaughter and back into modern times.
I tried to run into a long, dark tunnel big enough for two trains to fit through, both width-wise and height-wise. A woman with brown hair in a bob cut and sunken cheekbones took me by the shoulders and directed me to a dark blue door. I didn't have time to read the whole label, only "221B" and "NEMO" in gold lettering. The door opened up to a hall with three doors the same colour as the first. Somehow I knew only one would open. I told her that I needed to into the tunnel with everyone else. She gave a cryptic response, and I realized that those who went into the tunnel would be killed as well. I asked why she was showing me the way to safety and not everyone else, but she only gave me a similarly cryptic response and left.
I tried to get the other people to come with me, but they wouldn't, so I finally decided to go through the doors. The second door led me to a theatre where the announcements showed they were playing a "single" movie, which turned out to be a five-hour-long crossover of several films including the two referred to on the door label. It was moderately crowded, so I picked my way through several rows until I found someone I knew. He was sleeping sideways across the chairs, facing the back of the theatre. I woke him up and told him what had just happened, dissolving into tears when it came to the massacre. He held me and told me everything was going to be okay.
The lights turned on, revealing people from different movies from different eras. To my surprise, they were all real, not just people dressed up as characters, which was somewhat amusing since Kermit the Frog and Fozzie the Bear were among the crowd. It clicked that the set up was a ruse- we weren't here to watch a movie. We were here because I needed to be saved. I felt uncomfortable with the revelation that I was supposed to be a saviour of some kind until I saw a man sitting in the front row with messy brown hair and a pinstripe suit. Teary-eyed, I rushed over to him. Still seated, he grinned and embraced me, and I kissed him on the cheek. I exclaimed something about how I knew that everyone would be saved now that the Doctor was here, to which he kissed my hand. He stood and led the blushing me out of the theatre along with the assorted crowd.
I emerged into another theatre, though this time for an opera. I looked back, but the Doctor was gone. However, in his place was a young man about my age with skin the colour of dark chocolate and a bright smile. I turned forward, and we continued on. The railings and furniture were all white, the carpets and all other fabrics were red, and the patrons were dressed in black. My companion was dressed in a black tuxedo and I in a sophisticated little black dress with white gloves and a string of pearls. Looking around, I realized I was in the 1920s. We were chastised for not being seated, and my partner quickly led me away. On the way, the soldiers that had attacked the villagers spotted us. Now the men were smartly dressed and clean-shaven, but they were still recognizable. The young man beside me took my hand and led me to an area with a railing encircling it. Inside was an older man sitting in a wheelchair. He turned toward us and asked us why we were standing there. He wore sunglasses and seemed to be blind- it was his hearing that alerted him to our presence. The young man next to me tried to explain why we needed to be there, but then I woke up.
I was a bit guilty- it felt like I left my partner there alone, though of course he wasn't real, so nothing was going to happen to him. I was also disappointed. I was starting to have fun, and I really wanted to know how I was going to help save the world- or perhaps the universe, it was difficult to tell.
So there you have it- my trip through space, time, and dreams. There was actually quite a bit that happened before this, but I cannot remember what it was, and it probably didn't tie in as closely with the last few segments of my dreams.
In other news...
To Rupert Graves fans: Look up "Air Force One Is Down Rupert Graves" I don't know when this is airing, but I do know that I want to watch this. NOW. XD Speaking of Graves, does anyone else think that Tom Daley looks like a younger Rupert Graves? Please tell me that I'm not the only one!
KEYBOARDSMASH!!!!! From top to bottom, left to right:
-Mark Gatiss, Una Stubbs
-Rupert Graves, Jonathan Aris
-Zoe Telford, Lara Pulver
-Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman
Young Gatiss, Cumberbatch, and Freeman are too freaking adorable. [link]
Also, I have fallen in love with this gif. It is just... PERFECT XD