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A/N: As with all of my stories this one is completely un-Beta'd so please be kind if you review.
Every night John Smith dreams fantastic and impossible dreams. He dreams of a magical blue box that takes him to far away places and of a strange pen that buzzes like a bee and emits a curious blue light. He dreams he is called the Doctor, a man with two hearts and ten different faces.
John Smith dreams wonderful and terrifying dreams and writes about them in his Journal of Impossible Things.
One night he dreams of a far away world with orange skies and silver leaves. In this dream, in this world, he is a child living in a city incased in a glass dome where he has an older brother he adores and is teased for having a bellybutton. In this dream he has parents different from the ones John Smith thinks he remembers.
In this dream he has a father with alien blue eyes that are both warm and cold at once, two hearts, and strong arms that lift him easily. If he thinks of for a moment too long he sees numbers and hears time.
In this dream he has a mother with familiar brown eyes, one strong heart, and arms draped in silk and cotton blue. If he thinks of her long enough he sees an ocean of stars and hears music.
In the morning John Smith writes about his dream in his journal. He writes about a distant world with orange skies and silver leaves and a city in a glass dome. But, he does not write about his family, this Doctor's family, because they have no place in his journal. There is nothing impossible about a brother who you adore and protects you. There is nothing impossible about a father who tinkers with machines and loves his wife and sons so. There is nothing impossible about a mother whose voice offers endless comfort and looks her sons and sees her world.