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I had such a weird dream this morning. It was weird because: it was coherent and had a plot, and it involved a movie and TV show. This last is weird for me because I never dream about the things I've watched. Well, hardly ever. It's a noteworthy event when I do.

Okay. So, my dreamself (I am never quite me in dreams, no idea why) had inexplicably travelled back in time to 1997, and was stuck there. I needed help getting back to my time. So I was in a reception area, waiting to talk to - I think a private investigator?

Said PI was James Bond. Natch. (I place the blame for this entirely on tahira_saki and doihearawaltz. I'm probably lucky that Antoine Dominic and Camille didn't have cameos.) Well, who else do you go to for help with a really strange problem? It's James freaking Bond! He can fix it!

Except that when I actually got into his office, I didn't want to tell him the actual problem. Which, fair enough, because "I travelled back in time from 2008" is a little crazy-sounding, even in a dream. So I made something up and then went back to the reception area to figure out WTF I was going to do.

I was in luck: the Tenth Doctor was there. He took me home.

And I immediately ended up right back in 1997. It was August 28 (I checked the calendar), which was the day after my last involuntary journey. I was in the same reception area, waiting to see Bond again. (There was a whole wacky subplot here with this crazy family that I'm sorry I can't remember, because the wait was long and they kept me from being too bored.) This time, I decided to tell him what was up, I guess because if he had the Doctor as a client, he would be used to weird shit like this. (That's waking logic. In the dream, I don't think I had a reason.)

Unfortunately, when I got into his office, he was superbusy and nobody would go AWAY, and I wanted to talk to him about it alone for obvious reasons. To complicate things further, Jack Harkness was now working for him and I was worried about letting something slip about the Doctor that might screw up Jack's timeline. So I definitely had to wait for him to leave the office, but he couldn't. There was too much that needed doing.

Eventually, I lost my patience, told Bond I'd talk to him later, and went back to reception. Where the Doctor was waiting. I learned that this was not the last time I would end up slipping through time, and that picking me up and taking me home had apparently become something of a theme for him, with his timeline being less linear than mine and all.

. . . the end.

Is it just me, or does that sound like potential for a strange little AU crossover fic?