Moving Day

[poliphilo]

I dreamed I was assistant to a rugged-looking man with a beard who wasn't exactly Doctor Who but not far off and we were going back into the past on a wooden airship to solve a murder mystery in the Wild West. David Tennant- who was not exactly Doctor Who either but not far off- was travelling on the same ship but on a separate- and mysterious- mission. It seemed likely our paths would cross. As we boarded the vessel my principal armed himself with a big, thick, nicely carved, wooden stake...