Dreaming in Digital

Before I forget the rest, I was with Captain Jack Harkness from Doctor Who / Torchwood. We stepped onto a subway train with its exterior washed in dark chrome. I didn't know where we were going, but I was sure he knew I was going with him, and he was taking me somewhere. I don't remember much of what happened here except I saw a lot of his charming smile. I don't remember much, but from what I remember next, we were running from something and I ran closely behind him. We were in an ancient castle; the floors and walls were sand-coloured stone walls. As we ran through this corridor, we could see the centre of the castle, as one wall was made of pillars. The centre of the castle was hollowed out, so the ground floor could be seen. If one of use fell, it would be a nasty death. We ran into the room of a circular tower, where a handful of scared people were. As soon as I made it into the room, I turned to shut the door, but the person we were running from- the (tenth) Doctor- grabbed me and was trying to bite me. He looked terribly sickly, infected with some disease or possessed. I struggled to keep him away as the people in the room avoided us. I yelled for Jack, and he pulled him away from me with ease but before he was about to throw him out, the Doctor spoke. I don't remember what the Doctor said in that state, but Jack was definitely hesitant to toss his old friend back outside the door.

I don't remember this dream very well. I was somewhere in a big open space with grass beneath my feet and a purple sky above my head. It was like a picnic with many guests, though I didn't know the people I was with. Suddenly, a little girl, about nine years of age, went crazy. In her innocent-looking baby pink dress lined with pink lace, she began waddling around while her eyes shot laser beams. She was upset over something and unleashed her destructive power on everyone. It was every man for themselves, as I rushed for cover from her fire. I ran towards the interior of a house-like building her eyes already demolished, keeping close to the ground and making sure I was out of her sight behind the rubble. My stomach pressed against the grassy floor, hard and compact from days without rain. I felt like I was in a video game, at which I believed the child was really a robot. As I was moving around to avoid her glance, I came across a body of a man around his twenties. If I remember well, he was Axel of E.P.I.C, or he was a complete stranger. Nonetheless, he was almost face down in the grass, unconscious or dead. When I looked up again, the girl was extremely near and about to turn around, but I felt someone yank me down just in time when the child turned our direction. Axel whispered, "play dead," and I shut my eyes, listening to her feet clank and crush the grass beside me and walk on. I don't know how long we laid on the floor for, but in some point in time, I felt his hand on mine. I opened my eyes to his sad, spaced-out expression before he made eye contact and smiled dauntlessly, pulled himself closer and kissed me.

My class and a few others were on a bus that looked so much like an airplane from the inside. I was sitting with a classmate I knew, and I had the aisle seat. She needed to use the washroom, so I got up and looked around the bus, letting her pass. She took a long time to return, because the driver/pilot asked everyone to be seated as we approached our destination. We were going skiing with many schools and classes, and we were led to a large hall that looked like the stair area beside the food court in Square One. There were many students switching shoes to boots, as I was soon requested to by our guide for the day. It was very crowded, that as we were making our way to the slopes and equipment, I got lost as I was pushed and shoved through. I lost my group, but I recognized a face from our group who was also lost. We stayed together in fear of separation as we decided where our class could be. We found ourselves back at the staircase, much less crowded than when we first came. I climbed the stairs but dropped my bag. When I retrieved it from the ground floor, there was a pile of paper beside it- about five sheets of 8 1/2" by 11". Before I could pick it up, a girl who looks like Brenda Song (actress) picked it up and started giggling at the things she saw and read I'm them. I quickly snatched away the papers from one hand, but she turned away still holding two more sheets and giggling while viewing them. Peering over her shoulder, I noticed these were old sketches of Isica, one of my characters from Project E.P.I.C. I was surprised to see these; I was sure I didn't bring them with me. I tried to think of who would steal my work, and I remembered a friend who, at one point in life, copied ideas from me or had difficulty coming up with their own and used my work as templates. After Song was done looking at the two remaining pages, she gave them to me and wandered off as the girl I was with walked down the stairs to join me.