In which there is fangirling.

Oh Russell T. Davies, you magnificent bastard.
The Doctor Who series 4 finale nearly did me in as badly as Torchwood's series two ender.
Good god.

( Cut for spoilers in case there's any fans reading who've not seen it yet. )

And so I'll end with the final words of Russell T. Davies (from the Confidential episode following the finale), who has just ended his last full series as head writer, though he will continue to be on staff. Handing over the reins to (OMG!) Steven Moffat as of the beginning of series 5, in 2010. I assume this means that Davies'll continue to be head writer through the 2009 specials? I have no idea.

"I always think the more you emphasize lonely doctor, the more you come back to what the heart of the series is ... that which is a man traveling through time and space ... in a box."

In which there is possibly crazy.

I had really strange dreams night after last, that continued through most of the night, even with bathroom breaks, and I'm still distressed.

The people in my dream BROKE THE 4TH WALL.

They were all upset at me for something I'd done prior to sleep, and several of them came up to me and explained that they're very tiny, so anything I do, affects them many times more than me, cause they're so small and in my head.

WAT.

For one, I've never thought of my dream people as being tiny and in my head. If I've ever really given serious thought to it, which I'm not sure I have, I'd have said that dreamland was more like an imaginary parallel dimension, where everyone's normal sized. NOT TINY AND IN MY HEAD.

It goes against the cardinal rules of dreams, characters in dreams are just constructs so they're not suppose to be able to display any self-awareness of what they are. It's suppose to be like light levels and reading comprehension, as in a part of your brain that's not suppose to be accessible while dreaming.

Now granted, I am able to read and type in dreams, but it's painfully slow and requires a lot of concentration, and usually results in my waking soon after, because I've forced too much awareness of being in a dream on myself, to do so.

I don't like the idea that there's this huge society of tiny, independent, self-aware people in my head, who just act in my dreams. I'm aware that this is not the case and it's just something my dreambrain came up with, but it still creeps me the fuck out.

As much as I love dreaming, if it were actually true, I think I'd be trying to figure out what I could take or ingest that would knock the dream people out while I slept. Or even all the time, spend my life in a drug haze so the tiny people in my head wouldn't always be watching.

Stupid creepy ass dream making me crazy.