This day hurts my head. I think it is mostly inspired by Moffat, and time-bendy Doctor Who stuff.
Recently I have had a really weird sleeping pattern. I think two nights ago I slept walked because I KNOW I put my phone on one side of my bedroom before I went to bed but when the alarm went off and I went to go find my phone I was really confused because it was not where I put it and it ended up on the other side of the room. Then, this morning despite my alarm being on, it did not go off so at 7:30 exactly my mom came into my room and informed me of the time. I then set a world record and got packed and ready for school in 10 minutes so we made it out of the door only 10 minutes behind our usual schedule. In my rush I ended up forgetting my lunch money and the check my mom had written so that I could register for the PSAT.
Then, the rest of the day seemed to be going in fast forward. I was starving throughout the day despite the enormous amount of food I had consumed. I ended up borrowing money from a foreign exchange student to pay for lunch. Then, to make everything better when I went to the library during the lunch period to print out my paper that was due in English it wouldn't do it so I had to rush back to class, explain the situation to my teacher, and then during that period spend a good 20 minutes in the library trying to print and/or email my paper. Nothing would work until finally everything worked. In the end I had 2 copies of my paper had emailed and attached the paper to an email to my teacher and had the paper on a thumb drive.
The fact that the color of the sky has not changed since I woke up this morning has only made my day feel even more dream-like. I felt like I was going in fast-forward and yet stuck in one frozen moment in time. Once I came to this realization it hit me. Everything in my life began to make sense.
Last year around the start of second quarter the real Maddie was kidnapped. This happened about the time when in Mr. Pilgrim's Honors math class began algebra. For this reason, I can not be Maddie. I see clearly now that this is how it must be.
My obsession with Doctor Who has always been a bit of a mystery but not I see that it was fate. Is it not strange that a girl such as myself, with slightly reddish hair, has such an obsession with the UK and Ireland? Why would such an obsession such as this form? There is no rational or logical reason for this until you pay close attention to the plot and story arcs of Doctor Who.
For example:
My idea of a perfect man is one who is gentile but can stand up for himself. I like someone who is a bit of a nerd but still really handsome, smart, and cares for me deeply. Although I would never want anyone I love to do this, I believe that sacrificing your life for the survival of the one you love is one of the most powerful thing that someone can do.
Think simply now. Who have I just described? Rory.
Is it not also strange that when I look in my closet I often find clothing that closely resembles the clothes that Amy wears in an episode of Doctor Who, and that those clothes were purchased before the episode ever even aired?
Another thing, how is it that the Doctor is closely resembles much of what I look for in a best friend?
And of course the fact that I LOVE to travel does not relate to the show in any way.
Usually, I would shrug these things off and say, I am watching too much TV and Doctor Who is just influencing my dreams. Usually, this is the case. However, at the moment this is not the case. I am awake. This is reality. How is it that Doctor Who in influencing my reality?
Sure, it's easy to say. You like these things because you like Doctor Who, but what if I really like Doctor Who because I like all these things? What if in reality, what I am considering reality isn't really reality at all. What if this is the dream and my dream is being influenced by my reality?
If this is so, then something has gone direly wrong in the real world because twice now, as you know if you have seen the season finale of Doctor Who, there have been hints of time stopping but lives continuing to move forward. The fact that this world seems so dream like makes perfect sense.
It means only one thing: I am waking up.
My conclusion:
I am the real Amy Pond.
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