"What if books/movies/tv-shows are just cover ups of things that really happened?"
This was a thought I had a little while ago. I kinda forgot about it, but I just finished watching the Supernatural episode The Monster at the End of This Book (s04e18), in which Sam and Dean find books about their life story and it made me think about it again. I mean, it's not possibleI kind of tried to write down how I'd react when I'd meet one of my favourite fictional characters: The Doctor. Beware, it's weird.
Me: *walks around in town, suddenly bumps into a guy with a tweed jacket and a bow tie* Woops, sorry. Wow, are you Matt Smith?
11: Uh, no. I'm the Doctor.
Me: Yeah right. Do you've got a blue box that's really bigger on the inside?
11: How do you know that?
Me: I watch tv.
11: Tv? Have I been on the news again? Did I look good?
Me: Uh, well, there's a whole show about you.
11: Really? They do make me look good I hope.
Me: So what? You're real? You're really real?
11: I think...
Me: Can I see the TARDIS and come with you? Please?
11: I don't think that's a good idea. Don't you have school tomorrow?
Me: Yeah, but that doesn't matter because you've got a time machine.
11: *thinks about it* Very well *leads me to the TARDIS, opens it* After you.
Me: *steps inside* Oh, cool, it's even better than on tv.
11: Of course it is! Now, where'd you wanna go?
Okay, wow, that was weird. It was so much cooler in my head.
Anyway, this is what my mind sometimes does. Mostly when I get tired and can't think logical any more, like, right now.... I think it would be a good idea to hit the sack before things get even worse. But I won't go without leaving you with a question: who would you like to meet and how would that meeting go?
Goodnight and till next time!