You walk through my walls like a ghost on TV
You penetrate me
And my little pink heart
Is on its little brown raft floating out to sea.
Regretfully, I guess I've got three simple things to say.
Why me? Why this now? Why this way?
HR
At first the nightmares were pretty standard, they started right back in the beginning after a particularly long day or harrowing adventure. He would pace outside her door until she woke and found him, falling into his arms and sobbing a little bit before pulling herself together. After he had started laying next to her when she slept, they faded. When they started again she was shy to admit to them, worried it was childish. They had a long talk about ghosts and monsters, reality and dreams, dead planets and the long dead screaming in your ear. When they finished Rose decided maybe it wasn't so childish and when he offered to be there, in the nightmare, in her head, to hold her hand she agreed without blinking.
The first night he entered her mind, she watched her mother in the parallel universe being torn to shreds and then watched as Jackie Tyler's reanimated corpse began crying because her daughter had been away for twelve months. The Doctor simply slipped inside and whispered, bought her back, showed her the happy endings. Created one when it was the reality that made her scream.
They rarely spoke of what she saw and after a week or so the dreams seemed to fade, that was that.
And so three weeks later when Rose began tossing, turning and then, very quietly crying his name in her sleep, he didn't think twice, just rested his finger tips on her temple and dipped inside.