Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Doctor Who, except for my season 1 DVDs.
AN: So while squinting to read the journal I got inspired with this idea (I know, another Human Nature/ Family of Blood fic!). This is all from the perspective of John Smith, and all of his observations. Everything in italics is taken from the actual journal. The chapters will probably be pretty short, because there isn't a whole lot to go on. And it's mostly in order, but I've combined a few of the Tardis chapters. But anyway I hope you enjoy!
The Impossible Dreams
Taken from the Journal of Impossible Things
By John Smith
My Magic Box
I feel safe there
I find myself here again, inside my magic box. I look up and admire its big center piece. I walk around it and realize it seems to be some kind of control panel or consol. It's all so unusual and foreign to me, but as the Doctor I seem to know what I am doing. It has wires all around it with bright lights and they illuminate the whole room. It's beautiful and magnificent as nothing in the universe can compare to it. I feel safe there.
On the light source there are levers, sockets, and wires that connect it to the room. All that makes this ship fly. But it's more then a ship, it is my home, my most faithful companion. It is always with me and I can depend on it, just like I can depend on the sun to rise in the Eastern sky. Although I may always be able to depend on it to be there, I have found I can not always depend on it to bring me to the right location. It can be terribly frustrating, but I have found it can be terrifying and exciting all at the same time.
There are so many remarkable and impossible things about my magic box. For one, it is huge, bigger on the inside then the outside. It's quite preposterous really. That clearly defies the laws of physics, but then again everything about it seems to defy the rules. It's quite ironic as this box has something to do with the law, or with the police. Although when I am inside it, I do not think as myself as representing the authorities, I feel almost as a fugitive. I don't quite know what crime I have committed, and why I need to run. But I'm always running away, I never seem to stay.
I begin to flip the levers randomly, as though I'm letting the machine decide where it wants to go. Another impossible occurrence, since machines are inanimate and therefore do not make decisions. Yet sometimes it appears that I no longer control this machine and it does in fact control itself! There is also some notes and images on the controls and I seem to know what they mean. They give me direction and guidance.
I don't know where I'm going now but I now there will be danger. There is always danger. There appears to be turbulence for the box for it is going out of control. Once the shaking ceases I head for the door and open it to see…
Btw, (...) means the dream is ending. Just clearing that up.