A candy-coloured clown they call the sandman tiptoes to my room every night

[noblexcompanion]

Who: Donna, [open]
Where: In her dreams
When: Days 83-88
What: All the dreams!
Warnings: Mentions of extreme pain and possible death, oh and sex.
Notes: Catch all post. Come one, come all. Dreams will be repeated and all that jazz so multiple replies are welcomed. And starting blurbs are only base ideas, so feel free to roll with it and do whatever!



1: Just a picture perfect family.

Donna is a proud mother if two lovely children Josh and Ella. She's married to a gorgeous man named Lee who basically worships the ground she walks on. She has a pretty little house. Life is perfect. Too perfect.

It's a false world. A memory of a world within a computer. Her perfect story with her perfect family and her perfect happy ending. But she's happy. So, so happy.


2: There's never been a Human-Time Lord metacrisis before now. And you know why.

It burns. Everything is burning. Her mind feels like it's on fire, eating away at all that she is, all that she has ever been. Her memories melt away, burning under the weight and the heat and the mass of eons of shared knowledge and shared memories of the ancient Time Lord race.

A human mind cannot contain a Time Lord consciousness and it's killing her. She just wants the pain to stop. She can't think. She can't... It hurts. She grips her head, trying to stop the endless pain. She's curled up on the floor cradling her aching head. She's sobbing. It hurts. She's dying. She can't stop it. Someone stop the pain. Please?


3: I wanna sex you up.

Obligatory sexytime dream! Come on, everyone has them. Donna is in bed (on the beach/on a sofa/wherever) with a celebrity crush, or maybe one of her many Cape Kore crushes, or maybe it's you she's in bed with!

Are you a voyeur? Or are you joining in? Do you dream merge and become the celebrity?

It's a very naked ginger goddess. Enjoy.


4: Right now that wooden door. Is just wood.

The TARDIS. Bigger on the inside. Capable of travelling anywhere in Time and Space. And quite frankly Donna's favourite place in the entire universe. The coral desktop, the dust and grime and the jumpseat with it's tears and holes patched up with duct tape. Perfectly imperfect.

Whether she's in the console room helping to decide on the next destination, in the kitchen baking cakes, in the library on the sofa by the fire reading, lounging in the pool, hiding in her room or taking a walk through the gardens; there’s nowhere else she'd rather be.


5: Anything goes.

Got an idea not listed above? Throw it in here. This includes the dream city and anything else you can think of.

Comments

1: Picture Perfect

[bluesrat]

It's so pretty, picturesque, pastel colors and family photos on the wall, bright and modern and terribly unfamiliar. He doesn't belong here. He's just a looming, shabby, dirty bum, plunked down unceremoniously in the lovely living room. He can hear children playing, somewhere nearby. "I... uh..." Rat blinks around, and hnches a little, bewildered.

[noblexcompanion]

"So, have you just moved into the area?" Donna's already serving him tea in a fine china teacup with saucer as though he's belonged there all along.

"It's a lovely neighbourhood. So quiet. Not a bit of trouble." She holds out a plate of chocolate bourbons. "Biscuit?"

3: I wanna sex you up.

[greatatboats]

Clint's dreams are mostly nightmares. They're mostly centered around the time Loki had him under his control. Clint killed a lot of people that day. Innocent people that didn't deserve to go out like that. Sometimes they're centered around his attack on the helicarrier. He killed a lot of good SHIELD agents that day and to this day he still can't forgive himself for any of it. Natasha told him that it wasn't his fault, but Clint just can't find it in himself to move past it all. Those people had families and he had robbed them of an essential part of it.

This was not one of those nightmares. This felt different. It took a good minute or two for him to clock the naked ginger. He only knew her from the time on his communicator when she told him to eat soup. This wasn't soup. Jesus what the hell was going on? "I really don't think this is the soup you were talking about."

[noblexcompanion]

It might not be soup but he's more than welcome to drink his fill of her. You know, if he wants to. Donna can't help but laugh. "No, but it's definitely good for the soul." Sex, the best medicine.

Freckles pepper Donna's very naked, pale skin. Typical ginger, pale and freckled. And if he has an interest, then yes she is a natural ginger.

[greatatboats]

He was a little curious about the natural ginger thing, but he didn't think he'd get an answer so soon. He's still a little concerned about what the hell was going on, but she was giving him a look that pretty much made his confusion go away. Sex was definitely the best medicine. He told Natasha that a half dozen times after he got out of the infirmary and insisted on going to the bar to find himself a bedtime friend. Clearly this Donna woman understood him on a deep and spiritual level. Sex is good.

"I can't argue with that." Clint's already started to remove his shirt. "You would make one helluva nurse." This practice should be used worldwide. He finally moved toward her undid the buckle on his jeans as he went.

[noblexcompanion]

"I'd get myself a nurse's outfit but I wouldn't want you to run screaming in terror and fright from the room. It'd be a shame." Donna propped herself up on her elbow, watching Clint with a lazy smile. She was definitely giving him the once over and none too subtly.

"The view is definitely good from where I'm sitting, mind." She could definitely appreciate a good looking guy. Especially when said guy was half naked in front of her.

[greatatboats]

"Run screaming? From you in a nurses costume? Who the hell runs away form that, Red?" Analyzing this situation and looking for some sort of hidden meaning could be something a normal person would do, but Clint is not in the mood for that. She's naked and he's not really minding all that much. What's he supposed to? Say no and just walk out of the room trying to figure out what was going on? How about no? How about having a nice time? It wouldn't kill him.

He shoved his jeans down and did a little hop to get out of them properly. Finally he was able to kick them across the room without much effort. He's not wearing shoes or socks which should have been his first WTF moment, but he's beyond caring. He's climbed onto the bed and he's looming above her. "We can discuss the nurses outfit a little later." He leaned down to kiss her.

[noblexcompanion]

She leaned up meeting him and his kiss halfway. Curling a hand around him, she rested it at the base of his skull, drawing him in closer. What? He was right there. Of course she was going to kiss him. Good looking bloke inches from her face. Damn right there's going to be tonsil hockey going on.

Did Donna mention sex was better medicine than well, medicine, or soup? Yes. Yes she did. But look how right she was?

[bluesrat]

There's a definite hesitation, but Rat takes the teacup as delicately as he knows how, never mind how ridiculous it looks in his big hands. He's got some idea how to behave like a gentleman, though, and he'll make his best effort out of sheer reflex. "It's... beautiful, here. Picturesque. Uh... thank you." He takes one biscuit, with a grateful little smile, and then gives another slightly perplexed look around the room.

"Have... you... been here long?"

[noblexcompanion]

"I know, isn't it? My husband and I knew as soon as we saw the neighbourhood that it was the perfectly place for us to start our family. We've been here oh, six or seven years now. Funny. Sometimes it only feels like two seconds."

She pauses, looking deep in thought for a moment. "Another biscuit?"

[bluesrat]

"...Yeah. It really does... No, thank you." He smiles, making the refusal polite, but he hasn't even tasted the first biscuit. "It... actually feels a little like a dream. A lot like a dream." He's beginning to get an idea of what's going on, and hoping she'll work it out herself without his breaking the peaceful scene.

He's afraid if he starts to suggest this isn't real, she'll take him for a loony and kick him out.

[noblexcompanion]

Donna's perfect little housewife smile falters for a moment. "I suppose it is rather dreamlike and idyllic, yes." Deep down she knows she's dreaming, but she's trying to cling to the illusion of happiness for as long as she can - fake or not. Just let her savour the moment awhile longer with the fake tea and the fake house and the fake family that love her.

[bluesrat]

He hesitates, sharp blue eyes studying her face and torn between a strong desire to probe for the truth, and his instincts against hurting other people. There's something he reads in her expression, maybe a subconscious 'please', and he gives a quiet sigh and a small smile. "Tell me about your children? We never managed to have any..."

[noblexcompanion]

Donna's smile returns. She's practically beaming like a proud mum. "Well, there's Josh and Ella. Josh is older." Though thinking on it the exact ages were blurry. Actually, everything about them is a little blurry... She can't hear their laughter any more. She can barely see their faces.

"... I'm sorry..."

[bluesrat]

He echoes her smile faintly, but his expression grows concerned again when her memory seems to falter. "What... are you sorry for?"

[noblexcompanion]

"I... don't remember. It's gone." Sorry Rat. Seems you got stuck in dreamland with Donna and her minibus full of emotional baggage she hides so well in the waking world.

[bluesrat]

He looks a little concerned, and reaches for her shoulder with a gentle touch. "That's... okay. What do you remember?"

[noblexcompanion]

Donna shook her head. "This... this is all a dream, right?" One she had often. Her perfect little family. Only for them all to disappear. Maybe dream wasn't the right word. It was more of a nightmare.

[bluesrat]

His smile is tentative, but hopeful, and he nods and lightly squeezes her shoulder. "Do you remember Cape Kore?"

[noblexcompanion]

She nods, giving him a sad smile. "Yeah. I remember. Mad pervy scientists and all..."

[bluesrat]

His eyebrows rise a little. "I assume you mean because there's cameras everywhere, unless there's some obscene details nobody's bothered to tell me..." He's glad to have her back to what passes for reality.

[noblexcompanion]

"What other reasons could they possibly have for having cameras in every room other than being pervs?" The pretty little perfect living room seems to fade away around them, leaving quite a bleak dreamscape in it's place.

[bluesrat]

Whether or not it's meant to, that gets his attention, and Rat glances around as the pretty house dissolves around them into nothing. He's sad to see it go, really. "...A disturbing dedication to control and monitor every detail... It... was a nice dream." He sighs.

[noblexcompanion]

"Or they're just pervs." Are they waking up? The bleakness definitely didn't seem like one of her usual dreams.

"I guess I'll see yo back in the waking world, right?"

[bluesrat]

"I'm... I'm sorry, for whatever that's worth..." He feels as though his voice is fading, and even the couch beneath him seems to have gone, yet he doesn't fall because there's no floor, either. It's a little unnerving to lose one's grip on the world, but they'll both be back in another, more solid place soon.

[noblexcompanion]

And sure enough a few minutes later Donna is alone and awake in her bed. Talk about a weird experience. It is hardly something she wishes to run into again in a hurry.

She makes a mental note to apologise to Rat in the morning.