Eighth Doctor, me, & Random Pregnant Captain Janeway
in which the three of us are trying to escape from bad guys and Janeway starts giving birth
(I had this dream in June 2015, as I was working hard to finish the first draft of my novel)
Dream Events
For some reason, me, the Eighth Doctor (looking like he did in Night of the Doctor), and a heavily pregnant Captain Janeway (from Star Trek: Voyager) are fleeing a group of bad guys. (No idea why they were chasing us, but I knew they would kill us if they caught us.)
Eight is the most physically able of the three of us--Janeway can't run, of course, and my knees and ankles hurt too bad to try to run. Thus, we end up catching rides on the backs of buses through the random city we were in, zigzagging through traffic and hiding behind buildings to try to lose the baddies who are tailing us.
Eventually, we make it out into the suburbs, and then into an unexpected pocket of deep green woods, where an abandoned one-level house sits. Its back door stands open; Eight checks around the house and deems it safe for us to go in, since it looks like whoever had lived in the house was long gone. I lock the back door behind us, and we set about securing the house everywhere else, shutting and locking other doors and all the windows.
By this time, it is just about dusk, with sunset light coming through the windows, and it's starting to get a little chilly. But even though there's a fireplace in the front right room of the house (which appeared to have once been a library, complete with bookshelves), we can't light a fire--the smoke and light could attract the bad guys. To top it off, one of the walls of the library room is made of floor-to-ceiling glass, with a curtain hung in front of it for privacy. If we light so much as a candle, it would cause others to see our silhouettes through the opposite window.
We are preparing to lay low when suddenly Janeway begins to go into labor. Before either me or Eight can help her, there's pounding on the doors and windows--Janeway's cries of pain have attracted the bad guys, who apparently surrounded the house long before we knew they were there. And from the sound of it, they've already broken down the back door.
Eight and I use a couple of bookcases to barricade both the doors into the library, though one of the doors is in the glass wall and is virtually impossible to protect. While we're moving one of the bookcases, I stub my toe on it, and cry out, "Ow, SHIT!"
"I hope that's not shit," Eight replies, grinning. "I just brushed my coat against it, and this fabric is remarkably hard to clean." A snicker or two escapes me, and suddenly we're both laughing--no use being quiet anymore when poor Janeway is screaming her head off, after all.
The sounds of rummaging and shouting draw closer; we move Janeway to a chair in the back corner of the room, most easily defended, and Eight and I stand in front of her, facing the glass wall. Eight glances at me. "Here they come," he says, handing me the poker from the fireplace to arm myself. "Are you ready?"
"Guess so," I reply, though I'm not sure at all.
The shadows of our attackers appear on the curtain, and then one of them shatters the wall with a weapon, bringing the curtain down atop the barricade. Bad guys start climbing in over the top of the barricade, and I go into some kind of crazy berserker mode with the poker (LOL!). I lose/break the poker at some point, so I just push another bookcase over on top of the group of bad guys, flattening a few; I hear Eight shout, "GOOD JOB! Now catch!" and I turn toward him in time to catch a small ladder he's passed my way.
I start whacking more bad guys with the ladder (no idea how, really), and the ones that I can't stun, Eight judo-flips and incapacitates. All the while, we're joking back and forth, as if this fight isn't for our lives, as if this is just a big adventure. The dream fades as me and Eight keep kicking butt side by side.