From Frankie

I'm writing this from a new character's point of view. She was never supposed to be a Doctor Who character but she sort of fell into mine and Kirby's roleplay. I'll do this from her point of view. Please, meet Frankie. As usual, this is based on a dream I had last night.

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Arriving in Cardiff was lovely, they was a nice breeze coming from the bay and the sun was out. I was instantly drawn to the Millennium centre and water tower. I walked around for a bit, for once the sun wasn't bothering me although I knew if I stayed out for much longer it would.

This place felt strange, there was so much activity beneath the surface. Something was strange about this place but as people went about their business it was as if they hadn't even noticed. Maybe I could pick it up because of my higher being status. I've been around long enough to know when something is weird.

The feeling of someone coming to walk beside me was a surprise, especially when I realised that I knew him. Captain Jack Harkness, we'd only met briefly before but he knew me and I knew him. I knew that he'd traveled with the Doctor and that he would understand the weird feeling I was getting about this place. He then became rather defensive. Telling me I was being silly. That meant that Torchwood must be around here and he didn't want me to see it.

I pretended not to have noticed the defensiveness and instead tried to find out how to get into this place. I walked towards the water, under a small bridge. There were two options here: left and right. Jack started going left so I went right. He told me I was going the wrong way and I knew I wasn't. I walked along the decking to a boarded up old tourist information office.

I could see that this was, or at least had been the entrance to Torchwood once but now there was no way of getting in. I turned to look at Jack and he'd gone.

John Barrowman, Scott Mills and meat

I'd heard on the radio that Radio 1 would be giving away stuff on a first come, first served basis at various spots around the UK. I was driving around away from work only to learn that I'd be driving past one of these spots. It was good timing as I pulled up and Scott Mills greeted me.

He then handed me some Kobe beef steak, a lamb joint and yoghurt. He then went to the side of the road and continued with his show. A random collection of things but I was very happy with it. Very excited about finally trying Kobe beef.

Got it home and put it all in the fridge. I then left my house only to find John Barrowman outside. I asked him if he needed a lift somewhere and he said yes. We drove to his destination, he was very nice and chatty. I didn't ask him for an autograph.

When I stopped the car I asked him for a hug and a kiss. He laughed but was very willing. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and got out of the car. He shut the door and then leaned through the open window and gave me the most beautiful half/friendly kiss on the lips.

Vividness, urgh. Damn his gorgeous gay self.

Captain Jack's Gloves

Kirby and I had decided to get away from America, for some reason we couldn't stay there any longer. Instead we decided to go to Mexico. We got a bus and as we crossed the boarder everyone's faces changed, they all looked Mexican but it was all of a sudden. We saw that we were in Mexican territory and rejoiced.

We explored for a little while enjoying our new found freedom.

We then realised that our pursuer had caught up with us. It was Captain Jack, hell bent on capturing us and taking us back to the states. We weren't entirely sure what we'd done. We hid in a toilet cubicle and saw through the crack in the door various people walk in and out of the toilets. Fear shot over us when Jack walked in. We exited out hiding place and ran. A car pulled up alongside us it was Mike Novic (from 24) we knew he was working with Jack.

He assured us that he wanted to help. We jumped in his car and drove off. Jack stood at the side of the road, he looked angry. I took in his usual airforce attire and noticed he was wearing really nice leather gloved too. Kirby had also noticed, "I like his gloves," she said.

With that, Jack threw his gloves at the car in frustration. We knew we'd have to get them. Mike stopped the car and we darted out to grab the gloves. We could only get one before Jack started shooting at us.

Zachary Quinto, a waiter, Embo, my mum and Liam Neeson.

I was with a group of people I tweet with, except that's not quite what I do with them but for the purpose of the dream they were my Twitter friends. Zachary Quntio, Embo Parko, Lucie Walker and my Mum. Our group was being led by Liam Neeson.

We sat down to get some lunch and a waiter joined us. Embo took a shine to him straight away. She pulled him to sit next to her. He looked awkward and uncomfortable so moved to sit on the table. But he was toonear the food I was about to eat so Mum pushed him back onto the chair next to Embo.

We all were chatting and eating. I needed the loo so went with Mum, the cleaner was in there on his hands and knees cleaning. He said it was okay for us to come in. Margaret was also there. She makes cakes and is a friend of my mother's. Lovely lady. Just hanging out in the loos...

We got back to everyone and I decided to explore. I let Liam know where I was going. I then went to look at some handbags. They were on a huge technological revolving carosel that was only allowed to be operated by staff. There were various categories. It was currently on laptop bags. Great, I needed one. Someone then came along and changed it to nappy bags. Less exciting. I continued to explore and bumped into the old head teacher from the highschool I went to. Mr. Munson. He was getting really excited about an iPhone game. I told him I'd download it and left.

Got back to the group. Embo was still pursuing fit, awkward waiter. I sat with Zachary Quinto and began chatting. It was as if I knew him. A few drinks later, needed the loo. Cleaner man was still in there but messing about. He laughed, I went to the loo.

When I came out I saw Zachary Quinto walking towards me. It was then I realised that he wasn't him any more. He was Sylar. He came towards me, looking at me from under those beautiful eyebrows. I was a bit scared. He pushed me onto the floor and climbed ontop of me between my legs. In the middle of the hall!

I can't remember what he said to me but he proceeded to kiss me. It was one of those terribly vivid dreams. I could feel him kissing me, stubble and all. I could also feel how slim he was. I ran my hands down his sides, could feel the texture of his shirt and where it was tucked into his trousers. I could feel hip bones, a belt. I physically opened my eyes and could see him. I was half awake trying desperately to hold onto the image.

It went on for a while, beautiful. I then woke up. My lips were dry as if I'd been kissing someone stubbly.

Kirby, Matt Smith and a bonfire

Now, as I decided to write this dream it slipped from my head. I'm going to write down the only snippet that remains incase the rest comes back.

I was hanging out with Matt Smith, the new Doctor. There was a reason I just can't remember what it was. My friend Kirby had asked me to get her his autograph. I thought I'd do one better so I got him to call her. I said, "go on pretend to be the Doctor."

He screwed up his face and put the ringing phone to his ear, "no," he said with a laugh.

I laughed too as if I'd been joking even though I hadn't been.

I was then with Kirby, Ben and Matt (double date?) in a big green caravan thing watching some fire works. Something really interesting happened/was said but I can't remember what.

We were clearly in America so Ben and I flew back. From our ACTUAL, real life America trip we'll get back at 8am Sunday morning to get straight back to work on the Monday. I got in the car to drive home from Heathrow, thinking 'urgh, work tomorrow.' I looked at the date and it was Saturday! Yay.

India

I was in India helping some of my family to explore their heritage (none of my family really have Indian heritage.) We were looking round a really beautifully painted building. It had pillars, low ceilings and was exclusively made of stone.

We left the building to see some gates closing on a Muslim ceremony, all Muslims had to be within the gates and all non-muslims outside. As we weren't muslim we moved outside of the gates. My Dad wanted to know what was going on because our car and hotel were inside the gates.

He ran to the top of a watch tower and started shouting at the (white) guard. The guard pushed him and he fell all the way down these steep steps. I think the guard was going to shoot him but Dad sat up and broke the guy's neck.

I was in Doctor Who

Tain, a character of mine who was created for the whoniverse, was in a big English mansion. The sort of thing you see in horror movies and murder mysteries. I was her so I will write this from first person point of view.

I ran through the mansion determined to get back to the Doctor, I didn't think there would be anything to hinder me. There were, loud, heavy foosteps behind me I turned just in time to see a hammer come down on me. The man wielding the huge hammer was dressed in armor, some sort of guard or soldier. Another blow with the hammer and I was unconscious.

When I awoke I was in the middle of an bare dark oak wood floor. The walls were paneled but the room was empty.

I left the room only to turn a corner and come across another guard. This time I was ready, I grabbed the guard by the shoulders and I think he was surprised at my strength. He soon crumpled to the floor and I continued on my way.

After a while without seeing anyone I tiptoed into a room. There were to guards near to where I'd walked in and two guarding a passage at the other end of the room.

I didn't fancy taking on four guards so snuck down the side of the room and up some stairs to the right of the passage way. One guard saw me and I dealt with her. I peered round the side of the stairs to see a large round ghost. Was it a boo? It was a boo, what the hell. I decided to run rather than deal with it. However, it started to come up the stairs. No amount of looking at it would make it stop.

The guards knew where I was. I ran around to another set of stairs that came down the other side of the passage. The guards had followed me so I could nip through and see what awaited me.

In front of me, down the passage, was a high ceilinged room apparently only blocked off by a metal bar just below head height. My hesitation meant the guards and boo were behind me, I dived under the bar and they didn't follow.

There were a few people in there and in the middle, on a large, curved sofa was the Doctor. I was pleased to see him. I sat between him and a half naked man with six arms. We were victorious.