"It really could be." Clara had told Rose that they would investigate the nature of the dreams, and she and Troy had briefly discussed it. Even so, Clara wasn't convinced that there wasn't a more normal explanation. Such as Troy getting the idea to steal a TARDIS and travel from his subconscious with the antics the two of them would get into when they were younger. "The rest, not so sure. But every story has to have some sort of start, right?"
Well, it made sense to her. Not that Clara really understood the Dreams or anything of that nature. Even when she taught literature, it wasn't like they discussed the process for which an author might come up with a story. She focused more on interpretation and seeing how it tied into the society that was happening at the time, as well as seeing why such novels could still resonate so long after the fact. Troy was the writer, not her.
Relationships were tricky. Clara had mostly been good at them, at least if they ever got past the nerves of a first date. But everything with Samuel had been precious, moments in time when he wasn't fighting. Why he had decided to volunteer to go back, she would never understand. All she knew was that it meant he had died and now she didn't know what to think or feel about relationship. Not for herself at any rate. All she knew was that each person had something that worked for them and no two couples were the same.
"Here's hoping." Raising her tea mug in mock toast to Troy getting sleep, Clara contemplated the question. Did she dream? Of course she did. Some were nonsensical. Some were what could have been had Samuel lived, dreams she didn't want to wake up from yet always had to. "No dreams of the Orange County sort, no."