I was the Eleventh Doctor.
Now, I pretty much never had dreams where I’m someone else, but last night I was the Eleventh Doctor. And I had almost cartoonishly bad depression. And I took it out on others. I don’t remember exactly what all I did, but letting a wet ceiling leak all over someone’s bookcase and then throwing their cupcakes away were things that happened. At one point one of my friends (it may have been the Brig) took me out in their van to try to bring me around.
It was around this point in the dream that I had a small breakthrough in the depression and tried to reach out for help for the first time, albeit in the form of side-remarks that could be misinterpreted at sarcasm. Somewhere in there I asked for Clara, and the Brig(?) replied with “She’s not here. You don’t just have a Clara Button, you know.” And I muttered under my breath “No…but I’d sure like one, though.” And the Brig was like well if that’s what you need to get better then we’ll get you one.
Clara Button???? Seriously, subconscious????? What????
Anyway, at some point my consciousness split from Eleven’s body and Clara showed up in a UNIT Jeep and he ran to her and just started weeping uncontrollably. And I just felt really happy? Because I thought “well, if the Doctor can pull through depression, then so can I.”
So I guess this whole thing was supposed to be inspirational? I guess? Or maybe it was just leftovers from how weirdly happy I was most of yesterday? But I was crediting that more to
the almost embarrassing amount of NSFW fanart I was looking at before bed last night Professor Sycamore and not Eleven?
Oh well. I liked that dream, so I’ll take it.