I hate dream sequences.
For real. The fastest way to make me turn off a movie? Dream sequence. As much as I loved Buffy, there are entirely too many dream sequences in that show. I don’t care if the cheese guy is surreal and Dadaist, it’s a damn dream sequence. Of course he had cheese on his head!
Why do I hate them? Because anything can happen. The writers are no longer constrained by the physics of the show; they can do absolutely anything and hey! It’s just a dream! None of that ACTUALLY HAPPENED. And if it didn’t happen, then WHY THE HELL DID I HAVE TO WATCH IT.
So dreams. I don’t think they are portents, I don’t think they are generally meaningful in any way. They’re brain barf, as far as I’m concerned.
My brain barfs up some really wonderful things.
The other night, I found myself aboard the TARDIS with one of my most awesome pals (the incomparable Ms. Yarnpr0n, of YOWZA MCTROWZA fame), intent on having adventures with Amy and Eleven:
when suddenly, River and the Fourteenth Doctor appear! BUT WAIT. Who is the fourteenth doctor?
Yep. Marty McFly. Except he’s wearing this guy’s outfit:
And they’re like “Let’s go!” So we go.
And we end up on Hoth, fighting this:
Though to be fair, River is doing most of the fighting. Fourteen and Amy are drinking Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, and what is Eleven doing?
And that, my friends, is why I don’t like when television shows have dream sequences in it. Because if I can fight Wampas with River Song and watch puppet shows put on by the Doctor, while Marty McFly flies the TARDIS, then absolutely anything can happen.
And it makes my brain hurt.