Last night while I was sleeping a Dalek came to visit.  He was tall and his silhouette was the shape of a dark man standing one foot away from my bed.  He did not look like a Dalek at all, but I knew he was because he said, “EXTER-MI-NAAATE!” He said it several times in that monotonic and unrelenting voice his race usually adopt. I wasn’t afraid of him either.  In fact I was only confused.

“Why do you look like that?” I asked. “Change!” I then demanded.  And he did.  His body morphed into the metal armour I am more used to.  But still no fear came. 

“Now you look like a pepper dispenser!” I told him and I found that very amusing so I started to laugh, long and hard.  The Dalek must have taken offence at that because he imploded and took my room with him.  I stopped laughing when my feet landed in a meadow, all green.

“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”

What?

The field was grey, it had always been grey.

“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”

The earth was dark, thorns caught at my legs and it rained.

“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”

I was afraid then, and cold, and wet.

“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”

I ran, knowing that something was behind me out of sight because I did not dare look.

“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”

I woke up, breathless.  I opened my eyes and found my body in the bed, my back straight, sitting up.  This is not my room!

“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”

What?!

My heart was pounding.  My brain fought hard to focus.

“EXTER-MI-NAAATE!”

It came from the right and I looked.  There was a dark lump on the bed next to me.  I was shaking.

SNORE.

Then my brain came through.  I remembered! It was my turn to guard grandma last night.  She was sleeping peacefully, loudly, her sinus acting up.  So I lay back in bed again…

SNORE.

…and the sigh of relief caught in my throat.

There was no way I was about to fall back to sleep while her snores continued, monotonic and unrelenting, one foot away from my bed. 

As to the meaning of my dream, dear WordPressians,  I can only come to one conclusion:

I am watching way too much Doctor Who!