The dream: I'm sitting beside the Doctor, watching Rose play soccer (sorry, football) with a giant exercise ball, and I know the fate of the a world hinges on the game but somehow I just can't quite make myself believe it.
The analysis: er, yeah. Freud would probably have a field day with that, wouldn't he? But I don't care about that. What I want to know is, where's the narrative drive? Where's the conflict? Oh, okay, football inherently brings with it conflict and tension, but really, I suspect the use of the exercise ball would sap a lot of that away.
Is my brain so broken that the best it can do, when given unfettered imagination, is to dream of sitting still for a bit?
(I need to get out more.)
I blame it on the joys of apartment-hunting via the internet.
6 thoughts on “this does not bode well”
I would love to dream of sitting and watching soccer, be it for the fate of the world or not.
I'm always running. Meh.
All I ask of my dreams is that I have the ability to fly. I don't think that's much to ask. And really, if the Doctor is going to feature, then why was there no TARDIS action?
Bugger TARDIS, why was there no snogging action?
I have mastered the half-fly; I can leap like a grasshopper. I am ninja.
Yes, this is a good point. What was my subconscious thinking, musing on that bloody exercise ball when there could have been snogging?
I can fall pretty well. But I always hit the ground, not miss it. I am not ninja.
Oh gods. You said 'narrative drive'… we just had our Jack Dann week last week. *twitch*
LOL – there are some phrases that will stick with you forever. Sounds like narrative drive might be one of those for you. Mine include twitching whenever I read the word "that" (no matter how valid it's use)…
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