To begin with I thought it really was just a dream, something inspired by outside information. You know, all that psychological stuff about dreams being made of memories and things. After all here it's just a story, right?
Then again there are also theories that people get messages in their sleep. I once lost my glasses at school, went to lost property right at the end of the day and they weren't there, dreamt that they were and first thing in the morning I had my glasses back so, you never know.
People also say they dream of past lives and reincarnation. Who's to say you can't connect with your double from another dimension? I know, I'm getting technical but if you keep listening you'll see why.
I guess I should explain my dream now.
It was simple, like two worlds collided but fitted perfectly in place at the same time. There was me in my room at night about age 13 and on the other side instead of a wall there was space. Just space, nothing to stand on so far as I could tell apart from the small piece of my bedroom floor in front of it.
And in that space was a man. A man I recognised. Anyone here reading this would recognise him to. I was so surprised I got out of my single bed and stood there. The Doctor, for that is who it was, for clarification the tenth Doctor, looked just as confused.
I only had time to ask what he was doing there before I woke up.
As you can tell it didn't seem plausible at the time, there was no reason to believe it to be true and I wasn't actually thirteen either, only in the dream. Though everything else in the dream was perfectly normal. Though I wrote it down as a fun dream to remember and wished to dream of him again (I mean, who doesn't want to meet him?) it never happened. That is until recently.
Years past and nothing happened. I carried on with my life. School, homework, friends... I passed through three different colleges (none of them seemed quite right) and moved into a home. That's right, I spent most of my life as a normal, intelligent social person and ended up in a care home. How does that happen? I have no special needs (apparently) so what am I doing here?
It's not important but it is down right annoying.
The second dream is harder to explain because it was more complicated.
I'm in some kind of forest, somewhere. I don't recognise it. I'm running but I don't know what from. It just feels right. I look back, I don't see anything but I keep going. My dress is old fashioned, maybe 1920's upper class? A simple summer dress. Plain white with a ribbon round the middle.
I trip and when I wake I find myself tied to a tree with another girl. She's clearly been here longer. The chains are tight and we're guarded by a monster who is tall, broad and covered in dark hair.
The Doctor, the twelfth one this time turns around the tree, from no where. I somehow know it's the same man as though I'd forgotten everything I'd learnt in this world. He briefly stops before grinning and saying "I wasn't expecting to see you again." He didn't know I was here.
I had my breath hitched and all I could answer was "same." I'm still captivated and can't bring myself to smile. Then the chains fell and I left.
It still sounds silly to believe in the possible fact that there is a linear connection between the two dreams. I'm still not sure I believe them myself, it would take several more to be anywhere near close. But the bond I felt I both dreams was like nothing I've ever felt before or since with a human. It was a mental bond, a bond of heart and soul. Something many people seek and few ever find.
If I can only feel that bond in a dream, then I wish I could dream more. That is unless in one world or another, it's real...