InsaneJournal

I went a month with no dreams and now I've had two in one week.

This time we were in regular New York in 1930. The Doctor was going to take me home, but decided to take a detour on the way. We wound up going to Hooverville in Central Park because there had been disappearances from there. While we were there a man named Mr. Diagoras arrived looking for people to clear out a collapsed sewer tunnel and of course since there were rumors that sometimes people didn't return, The Doctor volunteered. If I thought the alien Rhinos in the moon were insane, in the sewer we were chased by humanoid pigs. We escaped into a theater and met a dancer named Tallulah who thought we had done something with her boyfriend.

Once again I got separated from The Doctor for awhile and there were these robots that looked like giant pepper shakers called Daleks. They were trying to use the unfinished Empire State Building to create human/Dalek hybrids. That plan ended up backfiring on them though.

The more dreams I have the more I wish that they were real. I mean, who wouldn't want to travel through space and time?