I had a dream the Sun fell.
Logically, the Sun can't fall. It's a star. If anything were going to fall, it would be the moon as it is at least within the Earth's gravity.
But the Sun, despite logic, fell.
It woke me up. I could hear the hum of the TARDIS suddenly in the silence of the black-and-white dream. It was like an old reel from the picture show, but dimensional and real like the vids from home. Funny that I still thought of it as home. Home hadn't been home for some time.
Like so many nights, I had slept alone. Even if I had been out on the pull, those days, I always, in the end, seemed to sleep alone. It wasn't for lack of space in the bed that was created by a machine that defied logic. I just stopped trying at some point along the way.
This wasn't the first time the sun fell, but its always the one I remember. I stumbled out of bed in my boxers and made it to the extranet relay terminal that I had rewired to be a single-port interface terminal. SPIT for short.
Rose laughed when I called it that.
I had searched through all the databases that the Doctor had connected it to using a few flips of switches and a wave of his sonic screwdriver for my falling sun. I didn't think that I was in any way having a premonition, but I wanted to know what it meant and why I was dreaming of this immense ball of light falling onto Earth. Not just any planet. Earth.
When I told him, I got some thesis on the relevance of dreams to the subconscious. In the end all I could come up with from his theory was that I was dreaming of guilt. I was, after all, a guilty man. I nearly destroyed the world. All of it, forever.
When I told her, she smiled at me and smiled at me with her beautiful, full lips and told me not to worry about it. That dreams were sometimes just silly things the mind made up to keep us busy in the dark cinema of our sleep. Or at least that's what I figured she meant.
But why was the Sun, of all things, crashing through an Aristotelian sky? What happened to the atmospheres of oxygen clinging to the spinning Earth? When did they become a dome of stars through which a giant ball of light could crash?
In dreams, it seems science arrests and leaves a place for the unfortunate imagination of a feeble human mind to fill it in. But if that were all it was, then my pictures would be full of many other things besides crashing suns.
This riddle persisted, haunting me in many forms, but always close enough to compare. The Sun, the Earth, the stars, all lay broken in the end. The gems of the sky all winked out one by one as the sky fractured and the Earth was splashed over in flame, the ball of fire washing over the mountains, valleys, and seas. In the end, the Earth and the sky fell dark.