redisreddish's mess of dreams is still messy

I'm in my house, along with a small crowd of people. They're all there because the doctor (11th doctor) is doing something. He's pacing back and forth and talking to himself. A bunch of girls keep trying to flirt with him, and he's getting visibly annoyed. He walks into the kitchen and comes back out with a Pop Tart, but after one bite he just looks at it strangely, hands it to me and continues pacing. All of the people clear out after a while, leaving just me, my dad, and the doctor. The doctor starts searching for something and my dad begins to talk to him. I can't remember any of what he said except the last part.

"So, ah... You should take Taylor (that's me ) with you."

The doctor drops whatever he was doing and spins to face my dad. "What!? I don't think you realize exactly what I do. I travel the universe. I cross time and space and different dimensions. Every day--EVERY DAY is dangerous, and anyone around me could die. Or worse. And you want me to take your daughter with me!?" Without waiting for a response, he steps over to where I'm sitting and leans down so we're face to face. "Do you want to come with me?" he asks quietly.

"Yes," I answer immediately. Even though I'm excited beyond aything, the word comes out as barely more than a whisper.

The doctor just stares for a few moments, his eyes drilling into mine like he' reading my life's story. Suddenly, he snaps back up to a standing position, looking like he's figured something out. "One year," he murmurs to himself, gazing off into space. Then his eyes find mine again. "One year, and I'll come back for you."

"Okay," I nod, happy to wait any length of time for the chance to go with him.

The doctor grins. "See you then."

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This dream was short. I was driving a van, but the brakes stopped working so I got out and started walking around the town I was in. I kept seeing the doctor from the corner of my eye. Every time I looked at him, he disappeared. I wondered if the year was up and it was time for me to go with him.

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I'm in some building when a wolf runs in. His fur is long, glossy, mixed black and brown. He looks at me, barks, turns in a circle, then waits, moving his front paws up and down impatiently. People are staring and both of us.

"I'll follow you," I say to the wolf. Immediately he takes off through the door, and I run after him. We go down a winding road filled with random people. Every so often the wolf stops and picks out someone, and they join us. Eventually there's about ten of us standing in a circle. Then out of nowhere, Barnabas Collins (Johnny Depp) walks up and stands next to me. He places his hand on my shoulder and a warm feeling starts to spread through me. My eyes close, and I feel my body go limp. Barnabus catches me as I collapse... And then I'm asleep.

It's the most beautiful sensation. Like pure happiness is flowing through me. It's warm, and soft, completely fills me on the inside and feels like being wrapped in a blanket of comfort and contentedness on the outside. Slowly, I wake up. (In the dream.) I'm lying in a large four-poster bed, on top of bright red sheets. The wonderful, fuzzy sensation starts to diminish in intensity, but I'm still extremely happy for no reason. I look over and see Barnabas standing at the side of the bed.

"You do not have much left," he says. "If I take any more, you will die." I realized he's talking about my blood. I've just been attacked by a vampire... and I find myself not really caring. He didn't kill me, so it's all good. And the bed is so comfy... Barnabas starts talking again, and the dream ends.

Just remembered this dream, which I had a few nights ago.

I was sitting on a bed in someone's room, listening to their mom go on and on about some pet duck that had flown away recently. She pulled out a little yellow book and started reading a poem that her daughter had apparently written about the incident. Partway through, a boy who I knew was her son walked in. He had short black hair and was dressed all in black, with a kind of annoyed expression on his face. After his mom "finished" the poem (there was still a bit left on another page, but she didn't seem to notice), she stood up.

"Dinner will be ready soon," she said, and went downstairs.

"Get out," the boy told me as soon as she was gone. I was about to do just that, but three dogs ran in at that moment. They were all wolf-ish, with dark fur in shades of black, brown, and gray. I reached my hand out slowly towards one of them. It growled at first, but I persisted and eventually it sniffed my hand cautiously and let me pet it. The other two immediately started trying to get me to pet them instead. When I looked up at the boy again, he seemed a little surprised.

"I love dogs," I said, and continued to say something along the lines of how dogs were intelligent and loyal and frequently better than humans and such.

They boy smiled. Somehow I could tell that he didn't associate with people much, that the dogs were his only friends and family. The fact that they liked me convinced him that I was an okay person.

"Dinner!" his mom shouted from downstairs. The dogs' moods instantly appeared to plummet at the sound of the woman's voice. They slinked out the door and the boy led me downstairs after them. I don't remember going through any of the house, but we ended up in a garage, where his mother was sitting in a red convertible. Apparently "dinner is ready" meant "time to go get dinner." He didn't get in the car, though. His mom started yelling at him, stuff like 'hurry up' and 'the food's going to get cold while you mess around' and 'why can't you ever do as you're told.'

The boy just stared at her. After about ten seconds, he said, "Follow me." We left the garage, and again, I don't remember anything in between, but then we were out behind my school. All the normal baseball and football fields from real life were there, but rearranged.

"Can I show you something?" the boy asked.

"Of course," I said. He took my hand and we started running towards a forest that wasn't there in real life. Once we entered the trees, I looked at him. The only way I can really explain how he looked is like when Howl turns into the bird thingy in Howl's Moving Castle, only like a wolf instead of a bird. So if you've seen that movie, you know what I'm talking about. He still stood on two legs and had a humanish figure, but he was covered in black fur (except his face) and had paws and other wolf features. We ran deeper into the forest. The boy's dogs and a few wolves ran with us as it started getting dark. Eventually we stopped in a tiny clearing, where the boy--back to human form--lit a fire. We sat around it, along with the dogs and wolves, and I asked the boy if we could stay in the forest.

He laughed. "Definitely."

One of the wolves began howling, and the others joined in. The boy and I howled as well. Then I was looking at the scene from above, and I could see the sound floating up through the trees. It was a dark, pastel shade of blue that sparkled and drifted up like a cloud of smoke.

Then I woke up.