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Jul. 2nd, 2005 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockHad a nightmare. I was trapped in a tiny, one-room motel room (with a door facing outside, at ground level), with Christopher Ecclestons' 9th Doctor and another girl who might've been a combination of two girls, a cousin and a friend, in real life. Oh, and my own little poodle Shadow, he was there too.
That wasn't the nightmare. The nightmare is that we had to barricade ourselves in because the outside world was being overrun by the zombies from 28 Days Later. Only zombie dogs tried to get in, but there were zombie people wandering around out there. All we had was a bag of junk-- a few books, two bricks, a couple rocks to throw at the zombie dogs if we should happen to have to open the door for some reason. But we had little to nothing to eat, and we were lucky only zombie dogs seem to know we were there, because you can't barricade a door well with a couple of bricks and a bed, not against a mob of fully adult zombies.
Most of the time the three of us huddled on the bed (unfortunately my cousin-friend was between me and the doctor), listening to the noise of the carnage outside and generally feeling totally overcome with abject horror about our chances of survival.
EDIT: I must say, now that I have some distance from the nightmare, I'm actually quite disappointed. Here we had an apocalyptic world-ending experience, and the Doctor was right there, and instead of fixing it we were holed up in a motel room talking about inane things and ignoring the screams and sounds of crashing stuff and ripping flesh. Why didn't he save the world, dammit?
That wasn't the nightmare. The nightmare is that we had to barricade ourselves in because the outside world was being overrun by the zombies from 28 Days Later. Only zombie dogs tried to get in, but there were zombie people wandering around out there. All we had was a bag of junk-- a few books, two bricks, a couple rocks to throw at the zombie dogs if we should happen to have to open the door for some reason. But we had little to nothing to eat, and we were lucky only zombie dogs seem to know we were there, because you can't barricade a door well with a couple of bricks and a bed, not against a mob of fully adult zombies.
Most of the time the three of us huddled on the bed (unfortunately my cousin-friend was between me and the doctor), listening to the noise of the carnage outside and generally feeling totally overcome with abject horror about our chances of survival.
EDIT: I must say, now that I have some distance from the nightmare, I'm actually quite disappointed. Here we had an apocalyptic world-ending experience, and the Doctor was right there, and instead of fixing it we were holed up in a motel room talking about inane things and ignoring the screams and sounds of crashing stuff and ripping flesh. Why didn't he save the world, dammit?
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Date: 2005-07-03 07:21 am (UTC)A reasonably coherent character arc. Or maybe just immanently fan-wankable.