Why can't dreams be reality?
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
The sound of the TARDIS filled my bedroom, if this happened to you, you would most likely be freaking out or something. To me this was normal. My alarm clock looks like a small TARDIS and sounds like the TARDIS when it goes off.
Turns out, this was not normal, it wasn't even close to normal.
When I first heard the noise, I was still asleep and assumed it was my alarm clock, but when I pressed the lantern thingy on the top and held it down I didn't hear a beep like I normally did, I heard another TARDIS!
Then it hit me, today was Saturday, my alarm wasn't on, and the other TARDIS was my alarm clock in demo mode.
That's when I got kind of shocked.
You see, I am the only person in my family that watches Doctor Who, so chances are the sound was not coming from the TV.
And in my still partially unconscious mind, that left only one option.
I immediately jumped out of bed.
The noise had already faded away by that point, but I live in a small house, so it didn't take me very long to find what I was looking for.
Yep.
The TARDIS was sitting there smack dab in the middle of my living room.
And then I started squealing like the fangirl I am.
When I finally stopped squealing, the door opened and the doctor (specifically the ninth doctor, which is kinda cool because when me and some friends were talking about which doctor we thought that the other person we were talking to was most like, every single one of them said the ninth.) was standing right there!
He didn't say anything, he just stood there, holding his hand out.
And as soon as I grabbed his hand I woke up, which totally sucked.
And sadly it was not Saturday the following morning.
Yep, these are legitimately the kind of dreams I have. Just wait till I write about that dream I had where my new band director was a dalek.