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Originally Posted by Aimless
I had a dream that I was with Satan in a french diner. I kept laughing at him and telling him that Jesus loved him and he just roared at me all pissed off and red.
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Reminds me a bit about a time I dreamed I met Fred Phelps. I should have known it was a dream, because he actually listened to my viewpoints thoughtfully and respectfully and didn't scream that I was going to hell at all.
Last night, I dreamt I was an unofficial member of Torchwood (
Doctor Who spin-off, for those of you not familiar). The dream was partially based off of the "Children of Earth" mini series, were we were trying to save the Earth and for whatever reason, the government didn't want our interference and kept trying to capture us. Also, our headquarters were in a TARDIS.
In the first part of the dream, government agents were trying to break into the TARDIS to steal it so we couldn't escape them. I helped several other Torchwood members push them out while screaming for someone to make the TARDIS jumpt to the past or future or somewhere far away. We got the agents out and the door shut, but the TARDIS wasn't moved. I kept shouting for someone to get us out of there, but then the door was thrown open by
Patrick Warburton of all people, who in my dream had some sort of Terminator-like strength and took all of our efforts to shove back out. The scuffle somehow drained the TARDIS of energy so when we finally could travel, we could only go three feet to the left. I looked outside and kept screaming inside for them to try to get us going again before Warburton looked around and saw where we went.
The dream then somehow cut to me being at a carnival where I met the secretary of someone in the government. She was pretty much directly taken from "Children of Earth". She asked me about Torchwood and I complained about the government interference and how we lost the TARDIS. I then wandered the carnival and came to a gold fish scoop game. I discovered that the woman running it was Trinity from
The Matrix, only her real name was something like "Jean Gross". We apparently already knew each other and talked for awhile.
Then the dream decided to take a more realistic turn and had me visiting the house of a woman I worked with in a library (while the job is real, the woman was not). Her house was a complete mess, with stuffed animals over virtually every empty surface.
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