Dear Diary,
Last night I had the most wonderful dream that I could ever have had. There was a blue box from the 1960's. It was a police box, but it was bigger on the inside. If you were to stand outside of it, it would appear to be small, but if you walked through the doors, it would go on forever. But it was also so much more. This box could travel through time and space. If I remember correctly, it was called a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space.
The owner of the box was a man. His name was the Doctor, but he wasn't from Earth. The Doctor came from a planet called Gallifrey, a planet that no longer exists in the universe. He was a Timelord and had two hearts. Instead of dying, his body just took a new form. Same man, same memories, new face. We were best friends and traveled together in the TARDIS. And he would call me the most important women in all of creation.
The Doctor protected me from all sorts of danger. He refused to let anything harm me in anyway. All he wanted was for me to be safe. In return, I protected him too and comforted him when he needed it. The Doctor was strong and brave, but even the bravest of men have those times when all they can do is cry, and the Doctor was one of those men. He had seen so much and had so many heart breaks. He deserved the right to cry and be comforted.
I know in my mind that none of this dream was real, but in my heart I feel like it was. It felt like this has happened before. Every time I try to think more into it, I get a massive headache. Then I start to see things, so I drop it. In my heart, I feel like that man is out somewhere in space looking down at down at Earth and thinking about all the people he's lost. This man, if he is real, has been through so much, but he keeps going. He doesn't stop because if he does, who will protect us? No one. He's the last of his kind. The Doctor: the lonely man in the mysterious blue box.
Maybe someday I'll meet him. I'd love to see time and space, meet new species, and see new cultures. It's the life I've dreamed of since I was a little girl, but it's totally unrealistic. My life is down here on Earth. Then again, the possibilities of the universe are endless. I've come to the conclusion to just forget the Doctor because if I don't I'll end up throwing my life away over a man who might not even be real. Goodbye Doctor, hello Earth. Here I come.
Your little Sunshine,
Donna Temple-Noble