"Clara! Clara, come on, wake up…you're having a bad dream…"
Clara's eyes shot wide open and she jerked herself out of the Doctor's grasp. He just managed to duck out of the way of her fist.
"What?!" Clara exclaimed, staring blankly.
The Doctor carefully eased himself close to her again, reaching out to cradle her face in his hand. "You were having one hell of a bad dream."
She glanced about her room, which was neat and orderly, then down at herself, and finally, at the Doctor. They were both uninjured, clothing clean and intact, and the panic began to recede from her eyes. "I guess I was," she whispered.
She trembled slightly and the Doctor pulled her into a fierce embrace. "It's all right…I've got you… Can you tell me about it?"
"I…I don't know."
"Try," he suggested, a very intent expression in his eyes.
"It's such a jumble. I was lost…and there were monsters, and fire…I couldn't find you and I was so afraid!"
"Shh…shh…it was just a dream…you're safe." He rubbed her back soothingly, relaxing just a bit at her words. This was just the stuff of normal human nightmares, not an alternate reality bleeding through. He didn't think it would be necessary to tamper with her memory. He sat with her until she began to doze off again, then he settled her comfortably against her pillows and kissed her forehead gently before leaving the room.
One final fragment of the dream drifted through Clara's mind before sleep fully claimed her again…the Doctor had said she was beautiful…