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I don't dream, I have never dreamt, dreaming is not logical and yet...
There were Nights, where I dreamt.
Dreamt of Worlds unseen to me.
Worlds where the Rules, I considered logically, were not there.
Worlds with a Sense of Wonder, that I never got on the Wheel.
And of course a strange Man and a Scottish Man.
The Doctor and Jamie.
My Friends.
My Family.
But those are all just dreams.
There is no Doctor.
There is no Jamie.
At least not the ones, I got close to.
But sometimes, I feel this itch in my Mind, are those just dreams?
Perhaps they are more than that.. Memories?
No, that'd be silly, or would it..?
Sometimes, I wonder.. I wonder if the World I knew from the Wheel is my World, and often I come to the Conclusion:
No, that'd be the TARDIS.
The Doctor's ship.
My home.
But if it was my home, why I am here?
Still on the Wheel.
Did the Doctor & Jamie not like me?
Was I.. too much?
I don't know.
Perhaps I never know.
But there is this one dream, I keep having: I am in the TARDIS and I look at the Doctor.
A fairly small Man, Beatles haircut and a very expressive Face.
I look at him with an undescribable sadness.
"What's wrong?", he would ask me gently.
I just look at him, telling him I didn't know, and he simply smiled at me.
But it's not a soft smile, but a sad one. "You know, I'll miss you", he would tell me, taking me by surprise.
Why would he miss me?
I don't intend to leave the TARDIS, perhaps not ever.
And whenever I ask him why he says that, he simply shrugs, telling me to forget it.
But the most strange Thing about it, he never seems like he is a dream.
It feels like almost he is real, but that's silly!
Nobody can go somebody's else dreams.
But no, he is the Doctor, what does Rule matter to him?
He bends them every time.
I wish I could remember it.
I wish I could remember the TARDIS.
I wish.. I could remember my family.