I had a dream last night. It was Who-related. (WARNING: Braindump)
The Eleventh Doctor took me and my sister to a little seaside town. We were having a nice time and my sister had walked off with her friend, her friend's 3 sisters, and her friend's mom. All of a sudden, there was a tidal wave warning being broadcasted literally from the sky. And it sounded like a Cyberman at high pitch, which was really creepy. *shudder*
Anyway, the tidal wave was right there. It just randomly rose up. Me and the Doctor ran back inside the TARDIS, and my sister and her friend, sisters, and mom all went into their house. (They told me later.) The TARDIS was worryingly close to the beach, but the wave hit and all of the water washed over the TARDIS. The Doctor didn't teleport us out because I might get electrocuted, but I looked up through the window and saw 10 feet of seawater. Then he grabbed my hand and vortex-manipulated us to my sister's friend's house.
We were on the front porch. The house was slightly elevated, but water came up to the bottom of the porch and was just swirling around. I told the other girls to go inside, and turned to the Doctor.
"Doctor, what do we do next?"
"Go back to the TARDIS, I suppose."
"But it's underwater. And currents move things."
"True. Right then. Stay where you are." And he vortex-manipulated away.
"Doctor?"
He came back sopping wet.
"Are you all right? Not electrocuted or anything?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Then we went inside.
Later, in the kitchen:
"I need, to eat!" He then proceeded to go through the refrigerator, coming up with a peanut-butter and tomato on toast. A whole tomato.
"Want one?"
"No, I'm all right." It was a little bit weird.
A bunch of Daleks came in, so I threw a plate and ducked behind the counter. The Doctor tried sonicing them; no dice. of course, it didn't really work in the first place.
There was something in my pocket, so I took it out. Lo and behold, I had a purple sonic, which was just plain weird. We both stared at it for a second, but then ran. The Daleks couldn't climb the stairs, which was where everyone else was.
We made it out the back door, but almost fell off of the porch. We didn't, though.
We turned around to face a bunch of angry Daleks, but the were gone. I looked at him and he looked at me.
Then I woke up. It was exactly 1:23 A.M.
Aren't dreams just the craziest things?