Okay, I guess.
Last night I had the weirdest dream so I might as well share it.
I dreamed I was watching a TV show named “The David Tennant show” where the show was about that guy’s life as a father, husband and actor, but with the twist that he was dressed like the 10th Doctor and acted in character all the time, just because the hell of it. His wife and kids just rolled with it, and whenever he interacted with other people on the street they were either weirded out, or laughed, or were about to do do some bad things and they stopped themselves because “the Doctor” told them so.
Tennant wasn’t crazy, or delusional and didn’t had any special abilities: he was just having fun with his old costume and props and knew exactly when was the moment to stop.
Since last night I finished subbing DuckTales, I suppose Tennant’s voice ended up playing some tricks on the back of my mind while I was asleep. Well, that and I recently had rewatched his skits with Catherine Tate where they also made fun of Tennant’s role as the Doctor. Either way, when I awoke I spent a moment remembering my dream and wishing it could have been a real thing.