So I wake up this morning with my alarm clock going off, and my dreams were making me believe I was The Doctor.
It seemed that The Doctor didn't have any pressing alien problems, as I don't remember encountering a single paranormal or extraterrestrial phenomena, however, the TARDIS kept whisking me away to wherever the flashing lights of police cars were in the night- and rain-filled city (whichever city that was).
Seems that one of the more pressing situations was that someone kept losing that perfect musical "A" note. He wasn't a very good singer, either. (This was obviously from last night, when I was reading about how organs and other musical instruments in the 1600s were not coordinated to play the same frequency, and it took France in the 1930s to unify that "A" is at 440 Hertz.)
Unfortunately, since I seem to be remembering little scraps here and there about things - a subway, this man with the musical note, and the TARDIS dizzily pulling me from scene to scene - I do not feel rested at all.
No spoilers please; I've only gotten myself through the second season of the New Doctor Who episodes. I distinctly remember telling someone not to spoil myself by listing off a list of Eccleston-style criteria by which I am not to be privy to. Fantastic. :D
It seemed that The Doctor didn't have any pressing alien problems, as I don't remember encountering a single paranormal or extraterrestrial phenomena, however, the TARDIS kept whisking me away to wherever the flashing lights of police cars were in the night- and rain-filled city (whichever city that was).
Seems that one of the more pressing situations was that someone kept losing that perfect musical "A" note. He wasn't a very good singer, either. (This was obviously from last night, when I was reading about how organs and other musical instruments in the 1600s were not coordinated to play the same frequency, and it took France in the 1930s to unify that "A" is at 440 Hertz.)
Unfortunately, since I seem to be remembering little scraps here and there about things - a subway, this man with the musical note, and the TARDIS dizzily pulling me from scene to scene - I do not feel rested at all.
No spoilers please; I've only gotten myself through the second season of the New Doctor Who episodes. I distinctly remember telling someone not to spoil myself by listing off a list of Eccleston-style criteria by which I am not to be privy to. Fantastic. :D