A Craving: A Doctor Who Short Memory

 
I was re reading my book of Impossible Things. Yes, I have a book. Its real and pictured to the right. It has a Sun and Moon on it. My daughter gave it to me. Doesn't make it any less special.

This book is filled with my adventures with the Doctor. This is a bit of reality here when I call BS on Riversong. There is no way all those adventures fit into that little blue book. Because I didn't get all mine down and I ran out of space. I didn't get nearly half! 

Being in the TARDIS is overwhelming. Even special people have trouble absorbing the sensory overload in there. And I don't know if you noticed, but the space has really cleaned up since the "good ol'days" of bookshelves and tea trays. The Seventh Doctor kept his TARDIS cluttered like an old professor 1932 study. Now compare to the space and clean look of the 14th. (Who is Ncuti. Ncuti is the 14th Doctor). I just 'know' it's because the Doctor has wised up to the whole sensory overload thing.

My TARDIS but missing stuff

I bring this up to spotlight how the Book of Impossible things actually look like. Most people would think it reads like a story book with Chapters as Time Periods or whole complete stories told in a traditional linear way. Um...NO. In zero ways does a book of impossible things read like an actual book.

It's a bunch of pieces with no possible way of connecting them. Because that's how some memories work. And in the TARDIS, that's how all memories work. Now, that should spotlight how genius all the writers for Doctor Who are. From the memories of 1 companion, it takes a team of genius writers and creators to come up with a whole 40-minute visual adventure for the rest of humanity to consume as entertainment. Meanwhile, the companion is trapped in a state of terror, joy, confusion, and campy memories that often lead to nowhere. Here is my example. It is a conversation with zero context, no environment, and only two players. It is a stand-alone memory that I cannot explain or have a linear date for.

Doctor: "Have you ever had a strange craving?"

Jessica: "What?"

Doctor: "A really strange craving. At first, you don't know what you're craving, right? So, through a little trial and error you discover the craving is carrots. But it's a really big craving and you can't seem to get enough. Weeks and months go by and you're eating mountains of delicious carrots."

Jessica: "Okay."

Doctor: "Yes. Well...you can't eat carrots forever. One day, you wake up and go for a carrot. Because now, it's a habit. This time, when you bite into the carrot, it's disgusting. You find that you can't eat anymore carrots. you never want to see a carrot again."

Jessica:  (stare blankly)

Doctor: "Then. Then, years later you are hungry. The only thing is carrots. You say, 'Well, why not? I haven't had one in a long time.' So, you eat it and its fine. You can eat carrots again."

Jessica: "Okay."

Doctor: "Well in my case, it's not carrots and it isn't years, its centuries."

Jessica: "All right. Point made."

Doctor: "Good. Because I was running out of air and for a moment, I was afraid of developing a craving for it."

It ends there.

That's it. That's the entire memory. You can't have that. Unless I'm the other person in the room the Doctor is talking too. Then...well...it's not a memory...it's a prophecy.

For all Time, Always