A Journey Through Impossible Dreams

The year is 1913, and John Smith is having some rather strange dreams. A collection of drabbles as John attempts to understand his subconscious. These were published individually on my profile back in 2010. I am slowly rewriting them and moving them into this story. I hope to update every day or so for the next two weeks, so make sure you keep an eye out for each chapter! Xx Sam

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or John Smith, or any other humans, aliens, or planets featured in this story. The italic writing is the writing included in the Journal of Impossible Dreams. Thank you to the BBC, RTD and everyone else for such an incredible story.

The Cybermen

They marched in rows, going to war.

John Smith can almost still hear the footsteps of his dream, falling in perfect time, echoing against a white wall.

No expression on their faces.

They are as heartless as the battle took the life of hundreds.

If they had once felt like man,

There is a woman, a blonde woman in such strange clothes, screaming for him to save her as she was dragged away.

and could decide whether or not they were going to be slaughtered,

And John remembers himself, no, The Doctor, shouting back to her, promising to save her and her daughter.

that was over now.

They simply marched.

The machine had recruited them,

Men and women alike,

and changed them.

They are changed into horrific, metal killing machines. John holds his breath and closes his eyes, bringing forth the images of these metal men into his mind. His hand slowly and deliberately glides over the page and four of these creatures appear, before he presses too hard. Ink leaks from his fountain pen, staining his hand, and he feels anger, anger and a deep, heavy sadness. Loss. With a deep breath, John writes his last sentence for the morning.

The men of metal are going to war.