The Doctor Dreams
Summary: This is going to be more poetry than actual story. But it's told from Clara's POV. And yes, there are *SPOILERS for the end of DOTD*, so if you haven't seen it yet, read at your own peril. Enjoy!
The Doctor dreams...
How about that?
He actually sleeps...like any human does.
I found it quite hard to believe, at first.
Here I thought a man like him never did.
Too energetic, I thought.
Too busy tinkering, I thought.
Probably doesn't even have a bedroom, I thought.
I was wrong...
And I've never been happier to be proved wrong.
I'm glad. I'm glad to hear that he dreams.
What do Time Lords dream about?
Where do they go in their dreams?
What do they do?
What do they see?
With all of time & space at one's doors, waking up must be boring.
How could any dream compare to any of the things the Doctor sees on a daily basis?
Perhaps they dream of far more simple things?
And then, one day, he told me what he dreamt.
He said he dreams of home.
Of his long-lost planet of Gallifrey.
Of its people, it's majesty, and of the memories it held.
Of course, I thought.
It makes perfect sense, I thought.
What else could he possible wish to see more than anything?
And in his dreams, he said, they were there too.
His echoes, his past regenerations...
All different, yet still the same man.
All heroes, all warriors...all Doctors.
Staring off into the distance,
Hoping to catch just a glimpse...of home.
One last time...
The home that they all saved. Together.
And I couldn't think of a more perfect dream than that.