The Visionary and The Dreamer

by Daffodils-N-Dragons

Rhian has always considered herself a dreamer. She, like many of her generation, think that all they can do is dream. Unlike many of her generation, she is about to get the opportunity of a lifetime with the greatest visionary to ever walk the Earth and cross the Universe; but can this dreamer deal with reality? (Rubbish at summaries! Rated T for now and has an episodic structure)

1. Introduction

1AM, 2nd October – Rhian Kendrick

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"The difference between a dreamer and a visionary is that a dreamer has his eyes closed, and a visionary has his eyes open" – Martin Luther King Jr.

I have always considered myself a dreamer. I remember sitting in primary school assemblies, staring out of the wide windows and just thinking up absurd things. Like how clouds were really just flocks of sheep that got caught in the sky and would cry because they wanted to be back on the ground. I often thought about the sheep, mainly because it rains for what feels like three hundred days of a year in Wales, and because I always thought of ways to get them back down, and where they went when the sky was clear. Alas, it was just one of my weird childhood thoughts. I was always imaginative, dreaming up odd scenarios and crazy creatures. At lunch time I was often found engaging my fellow pupils in a new fantasy world I had come up with, giving them all roles to play and spending that precious hour pretending to have powers and technology beyond the realms of reality. The things I came up with as a child seemed increasingly more likely in a world where peculiar things were happening. I point to London every Christmas as an example.

Still, looking back on it, the sheep were perhaps my most depressing scenario, and it genuinely upset me at times…I sometimes think now that I'm significantly older, if the sheep were really real, I could potentially get them down, would I actually try?

That's where I think the line is drawn between a dreamer and a visionary. When I stopped thinking about the sheep, they ceased to exist and they were just clouds again. A visionary would constantly think of the sheep, feel their suffering. I believe I have become more of a visionary over time, becoming an older child and then a teenager introduced me to a whole new world. I developed ideals, morals, everything you'd expect an eighteen year old to have. Well, not every eighteen year old takes their ideals to a new level and ends up doing a Politics & Journalism degree and getting on everyone's nerves at family dinners – but in the end, I am still a dreamer. Only a select few get to opportunity to be visionaries in this world and beyond. I know this all sounds very odd, but I felt it was the best way I could try and think about what happened today, and in particular, who I met. I think I may found one of those rare visionaries.

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Author's Notes:

This is an introduction to what I hope will be a continuous fanfiction that I can work on as escapism from real life stress. It is going to be the 10th Doctor with an OC companion; the most their relationship will ever become is a platonic friendship. Captain Jack is going to make an appearance (as well as other companions, but I haven't decided just yet). It will have an 'episode' structure with around 10,000-20,000 words per episode, which will be broken down into parts all written from my OC's third person perspective. The first episode, which explains how they meet is going to be called Afraid Of The Dark.

Rhian Kendrick is a character who I have been thinking about for a good four years. I identify with her on many levels, as most people do with their creations. She is a dreamer – she thinks that all she'll ever do, despite working towards goals that will be revealed eventually, is dream. That she'll never act. This is what I ultimately identify with, and I think a number of people do.