Haven't posted on here for far too long. Am I posting about my sketchbook? No. I am posting about a dream I had. Sorry, will get back to the cartoons soon...
But this was an epic dream.
Time travel is always a difficult thing to make a story
around. Paradoxes are practically impossible to avoid when making time travel
fiction. Recently I watched Looper and found myself constantly scratching my
head at the impossibility of their interpretations of causality, forcing me to constantly
tell myself “Just ignore it and keep watching, maybe it will sort itself out”.
Last night, I had a time travelling dream. I was basically
Doctor Who with Rory and Amy, and we’ll ignore all the unnecessary parts of the
dream about eating red sand and having to eat blue sand to avoid turning into a
mummy. So, we discover this big pyramid that has been converted into a usable
business. Except, no one has ever been able to run a business in it because the
owner is crazy and keeps kicking all the potential entrepreneurs out. Also, it has loads of weeping angels in it. So
we ignore it and continue about the dream. Some time passes and, later in the
dream, we return to the pyramid and find that it has changed; it has been
converted into a care home for the elderly. As we are looking around, we lose
sight of Rory and find an elderly gentlemen in the corner. It doesn’t take us
long to figure out that Rory has been touched by an angel and sent back in time
to live his life to old age. When we talk to him to ask what happened, he says
he cannot remember. All he remembers is that some man picked him up from his
home yesterday and brought him here, and he told him that he was exactly 62
years old. This doesn’t add up with our theory of the angels, but its too late
to save him now. He has already been snatched by them and sent back in time,
and we cannot interfere. Or can we? We work out that we just need to find out
the exact point in time he was sent to and go back and get him, then send him
somewhere else where Rory and Amy can live peacefully. Then, when he is 62, The
Doctor can go back and get him, wipe his memory and bring him here to the
present to be discovered by the present day us. That’s why he was told of his
age. So we go about doing that. We find him in the past at the exact point he
was sent to, still in the same location. The pyramid in the past is run down
and filled with cobwebs, but the inside of it looks like some giant mansion.
There is even a stairway. I, as the Doctor, decide to slide down the banister
of the stairs until a security guard passing by tells me off. “Do you own those
stairs?” he asks me. “No?” “Well, you can’t go sliding down them unless you
have lots of money to pay for them first!” “I have lots of money. Stay right
there…” I run back into the Tardis and return with thousands of pounds and pay
the man so I can slide down the stairs. One thing leads to another and next
thing I know, I am buying the entire pyramid. People keep approaching me and
asking to transform the newly renovated pyramid into a business, but I turn
them all down because I know it’s meant to be a care home eventually! I have
become the crazy owner! So I’m hanging around with Rory and Amy in the past,
then at one point we visit a children’s park. Amy and I turn our back for one
second and when we next look, Rory has turned into a mummy and collapses into
dust on the floor. This changes everything and a paradox will occur now!
Except, well, we never actually saw him turn into the mummy, we weren’t
looking. So, we could technically travel back in time to the moment it
happened, snatch Rory away whilst our backs are turned and put a decaying mummy
in his place, then retreat, leaving the Amy and Doctor of that time to think
that Rory has turned into a mummy. Don’t quite know the point of that, but it’s
what happened. So Amy and Rory lived peacefully in the past until the carehome
was built, whereby at the age of 62, I went and took Rory from his house and
put him in the home, wiping his memory of events and telling him his age is 62,
so he could be discovered by the past/present me and begin this whole crazy adventure.
My head actually hurts waking up…
