My head.

I had the strangest dream. I was in a strange place whith a group of strange people I didn't know, and Miss Gate.
We were fighting for some bizarre reason. I think she was drunk as a skunk, if I'm perfectly honest. She was brandishing a gun of some sort. She seemed awfully angry, and slapped me in the face. I kept trying to punch her, but kept missing. Then I woke up.

I'm sure it all means something. Perhaps I am repressing something? I shall go read up on dream interpretation in the library. The Doctor seems to have slipped into some sort of coma. He went all strangely emo yesterday and said he had stuff in his eye. He has that a lot lately. Perhaps this is still an after effect of his mysterious saline induced illness.


My face hurts.