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Dreams – The Reluctant Time traveller – and The Orange Tree in the Garden

Published June 29, 2018 by Laura Crean Author

(Written at 2.30 AM)

I have just had the strangest dream. Very weird!. It involved Abraham Lincoln as a reluctant time traveller.  I saw him walk through this portal and explore other times – past, present and future.

Then there was something about him using a telescope that had a beam of light coming out of it, straight up into the sky.

Also there was something about him standing up in some kind of assembly (like a school assembly hall) talking about equal rights and talking about the fact that we are all products of our ancestry and basically  that we are all made up of  every different cultural and ethnic background.  That somewhere in our ancestry line there will be some distant relation who would have been of a different race, colour or creed to what we ourselves identify with and therefore we are all mixed race and should stop worrying about it in society and be more tolerant of everyone and each other – one people- one church?

The next dream I remember was something about a kitchen and the right appliances being used for the right job. First of all I was trying to move a freezer out of the room because it was in the way and so dangerous, but whoever was in the kitchen with me said I would get into trouble for moving it.. I said I didn’t care because it was dangerous where it was.  However it was also dangerous to move it because there were electric cables of other appliances in the way.  So where I wanted to move it to (which was out of the kitchen and in the hallway) was difficult and dangerous to get to.

Then I tried to fill up a large plastic juice beaker with water from my one cup machine but because it wasn’t the right container for the purpose, it basically spilled over into the base plate. I remember thinking ” that was dangerous!” Because I knew it was the wrong container for the job!

Ok so it is 3:47 A.M and I can’t go back to sleep because the symbolism of the dream keeps playing out in my mind and I feel I won’t be able to sleep until I write it down. Where to start?

Vision, transparency and forward thinking…

The reluctant time traveller, Abe Lincoln, with his portal time machine and telescope light beam; I feel this is to do with being forward thinking – vision – and then there’s the ‘following the light’ theme.

The fact that it is dealing with time – past, present and future, makes me feel that this is to do with the eternal properties of God – the eternal – he is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow and his word never changes. So being in line with God’s word and will – the beam of light (God’s glory?) So having vision (looking through the telescope) being forward thinking ( alongside the time machine ) and lining up and following his eternal will that never changes.  That brings me to the assembly.

I feel this is once again about the eternal will of God for his children; looking at who is speaking (Abraham Lincoln). So just like the kitchen and the tools for the right job; he is the right man for the job. Let’s look briefly at his character – ( taken from Wikipedia);

Abraham Lincoln, born 12:02:1809. He was the 16th president of the United States of America. He was a statesman and lawyer.  He was assassinated and died 15:4:1865. He was a very tall, unusual looking man, , loved his King James Bible, having read it cover to cover time and again.

Abe Lincoln quotes; “Government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the Earth,”

“A house divided against itself cannot stand,”

“Whatever you are, be a good one.”

When I think of Abraham Lincoln, I think of the civil war, the Declaration of Independence and the abolishment of slavery. So like I said, I think this is about the eternal will of God for his children (i.e. The ancestry/genes/ the equality factor. That we are all God’s  children and should be like-minded, inclusive, fair, just, kind and considerate, compassionate etc.  Made me think of the last children’s church lesson involving 1 Peter 3:8. – ” Be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble.”

So,yes, being the right person for the job (not sure why I keep thinking of him as the reluctant time traveller though).

Going back to the kitchen and the right tools for the job i.e. The right container for the water (Holy Spirit). It was a large container and was overflowing (Psalm 23:5 – “my cup overflows”) but didn’t fit with the dispenser (Jesus) – i.e. Not lining up again with God’s will.

Also thinking of the hot water versus the cold freezer – being hot and cold? Cup and one cup machine not fit for purpose and the freezer not fitting in the kitchen. Not in line with God’s will again?

When I went back to sleep I had another dream. This dream was really special because it was an answer to prayer. First of all let me tell you why.

Last week I had a small dream on the end of another dream (can’t remember which one) but the small dream confused me because I thought maybe there was more to it that I couldn’t recall and that I didn’t understand what it was about!  The dream was simply that I was given a basket with pears in – 1 small pear and 2 really large, juicy, delicious looking pears.

I asked God to let me have the dream again, this time letting me remember it all, or else to help me understand what the dream means. So this is where this last dream last night comes in.

I dreamed I was walking through a garden. It was a garden belonging to a retirement home – the kind of manager run homes I often have clients in as a community care worker. However, this was the best retirement home you could ever want to live in; it was everything you could ever want to enjoy the rest of your life in and the garden was the best part – beautiful beyond any garden I had seen in any other retirement home.

As I walked through the garden I came to the most beautiful tree. It had 3 oranges on it (that I could see); there was one small orange on one branch and two huge, really delicious, juicy looking oranges on another branch. These two oranges were joined together.

The gardener was just beyond the tree and he smiled and greeted me as I approached the tree.  I told him how wonderful the oranges were and asked him if I could have the two large juicy looking oranges.  He said to me very seriously: “Only if you promise to eat them because they are too delicious to waste.” I promised I would because they looked so delicious. And that was it and I woke up.

The first thing that springs to mind is the tree (tree of life?) Then the 3 pieces of fruit both times (Holy Trinity?) I’m not sure why one is smaller than the other two or why the 2 oranges were joined together. The 2 large pears may have been joined together but I don’t remember for sure.  I also wonder why pears and oranges?

The retirement home and the garden I believe represent the Kingdom of Heaven and the promise and warning not to waste the fruit could be possibly lining up with God’s will again.  Taking hold of God’s free gift of salvation in Jesus Christ?  I suppose it’s as simple and as wonderful as that! What a fantastic and special message and answer to prayer.

Now lastly, joining that dream onto the kitchen dream earlier  and the Abraham Lincoln theme and I’m thinking of the quote ” by the people for the people”  it makes me think this is confirmation of my plan to produce a book for my church congregation for them and by them on the theme of spiritual food! LOL God is so awesome!

Monday 9th July 2018 Update :-

I meant to update this last Sunday but I just haven’t had the time.  So anyway, I’m still flying high after sharing 2 dream images with the church Sunday  morning and then finding out this was in line with the message from our visiting guest speaker – Bayo Babalola – the dream images I had already had about the fruit of the spirit and the tree of life and also the overflowing cup from my one cup machine. But it wasn’t until the morning before church (I had a shift at work) and as I was walking around God was telling me or giving me a clearer interpretation and putting in my heart to share. At the end of my shift I was feeling really sick with the heat. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the day, go to church and work again in the afternoon – I was sick, dizzy, hot etc. But God said go to church and share my message through the dream.

I felt God was telling me that the importance of the large fruit and the overflowing water from the one cup machine was the same message – that his love through his Holy Spirit is just so abundant – a free gift –  and the joined fruit shows not only that we are in partnership with him but that we must be fruitful and multiply through his fruit – his abundant love.  Now the one cup machine cup being so big was showing me that it doesn’t matter how big the container (i.e us) – the container will never be big enough then to contain his love because it is so big, ever flowing and cannot be contained!  I just love this imagery – don’t you?

Then I helped upstairs with the children and that was brilliant but I missed the message downstairs. Then I went home ( still feeling quite heat exhausted by the way) I rested for a bit and thankfully got my afternoon shift reduced to just 2 clients but even that I found hard in the heat because I am not coping with the heat too well at the moment. I came home. We ate and I watched tv with my daughter for a while and fell asleep until 10.30. Then I watched the morning’s visiting speaker – and was blown away by God’s abundant LOVE – praise God❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ Scroll down the wall to see the message you will NOT be disappointed.

Ok so fast forward to yesterday (Sunday 8th July) and we had another guest speaker – Rich Bowles. Once again blown away by the message but he also mentioned my dream vision and extremely eloquently linked it in with the message.  However it wasn’t until I went to link the video here – the second video underneath, that I realised his talk was about vision (the other theme of the dream above) so now I am just blown away by God’s amazing abundance of blessings and I am so honoured and humbled that he has shared this with me and continues to do so.

The blessings continued with amazing things coming out of the worship and prayer time yesterday evening and then I had more dreams last night, which I will share later.  Please watch the messages and I hope you will feel as blessed as I do by their wonderful content and see the links with my dreams.  Take hold of God’s free gift in Jesus Christ, be fruitful and have YOUR vision tested today.

God bless you all.









The Birth Mark – National Novel Writing Month

Published October 29, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

The Birth Mark - National Novel Writing Month

I have decided to have a go at NaNoWriMo – never tried before and I’m not sure if I will be able to keep up the pace or even finish it, but I had an idea for a story via a dream last night, so I thought, what the hell, let’s give it a go! LOL I will be using Wattpad as a vehicle for writing too as they are running a NaNoWriMo competition to coincide with the event. If you fancy checking in on me from time to time, this is where I will be – http://www.wattpad.com/28658959-the-birth-mark

OK so this is my synopsis – have a read and let me know what you think!

Chaser Switch is a Time Agent for the “Genetic Marker Agency for the prevention of crime through Time Manipulation” or G.M.A.P.T for short. He finds out an old friend of the family has been killed and he decides to take on the case. All children are injected with a genetic ‘Time Marker’ at birth, which is switched on and registered with the agency on day one and links each child to the place and time of their birth. When a criminal decides to go on the run by using time travel, their marker is activated and they can be traced through time. Coincidentally the murderer has the same genetic marker as Chaser, which means he was born the same day as chaser and in the same community. The registration shows they were born in a different part of town but Chaser is convinced he must know the perpetrator as the registration number shows they attended the same community college. The race is on to catch the killer but will the similarities they share make the case as simple as Chaser hopes or will Time throw some strange obstacles in his way?

Bookish Banter – Featured Author – Peter Wake

Published October 26, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

Saturday 26th October 2013

Bookish Banter is proud to present today’s Featured Author.


ImagePeter Wake

Author of the blog Beyond the edge of Reality

Please just give us a short intro all about you. 

I suppose I have always been a closet writer, that is to say not many people ever really knew, with the exception of a few friends and family it’s been kept relatively quiet.

I have seen it more as a hobby or interest along with all my other hobbies and interests over the years and although I do have my name to a number of articles for metaphysical magazines, games magazines and across numerous websites I don’t consider myself a published author, although others will beg to differ on that point.

I beg to differ 😉 And hey!  I think a lot of writers have had to come out of the closet at some point 😉

What part of the planet do you call home?

The county of Essex in the UK since the year 2000 although born in SE London and spent most of my years of life in Kent

How long have you been writing? 

I used to love writing stories at school back in the early seventies, and again that love was rekindled in the late seventies, in fact some of what I am doing now derived from old drafts from back then.  Over the last year and having  a bit more time on my hands the idea of completing a couple of large writing projects has become more of an obsession than a hobby and become a far more realistic prospect of it happening.

Have you got a book to promote at the moment and can you tell us a little bit about it please?

 The easy answer is no.  I am writing my first sci-fi novel and am pretty well near completing the first draft but will still be padding out some areas such as my main characters.  The name may yet change but at present it will be called Past Tense, and based on an idea I had many years ago about someone going back in time to change their life for the better.

🙂 Time Travel!  My favourite subject. 🙂

Are you working on anything else at the moment? 

Yes, I tend to keep myself fully occupied and I am actually writing a second novel unrelated to the one above that has actually been published as a wargames world scenario the idea has now become very deep and becoming more of an off world sci-fi fantasy set in the past and the future again.  At the moment it is called The Survival Wars but because I have now changed where it is going I may have to rename it, writing two gives me something to do if I get stuck on the other.

 Where did the inspiration for your latest book come from?

Past Tense is an old idea from the late seventies and had a fair bit done from way back, most of what I am doing now has been rattling around in my head since the Eighties but I never had the time or inspiration to do anything about it.  I’m fascinated by time travel so a lot of what I do is based around that.

Yay!  You are a man after my own heart with all this talk of Time Travel

Which genre do you write for or do you cross genres? 

Mainly sci-fi/ fantasy, but I have found ways of crossing into the world of metaphysics; whether it’s a genre I don’t know.

Well – to be honest I write a lot about spiritual and metaphysical ideas as do many other people too Peter, so I suppose it must be a genre – it is certainly something I would read. 😉


Did you do a lot of research for the book and how did you tackle it?

Yes lots, the trouble is the more you find the more questions I have, so that is one of the biggest parts of what I am doing.

I can definitely relate to that Peter – especially with sci-fi research – I get lost on the internet sometimes when I’m researching and usually lose the plot completely (or so my kids keep telling me – Mother you’ve lost the plot! They say – I know it’s just my age!  I tell them 😉


Do you think you have improved as a writer since beginning your book and what lessons have you learnt about the process? 

I have seen improvement yes, my writing tends to flow better, I’ve even noticed it on the various blogs I do and I’m less likely to go back and edit articles.

Any stumbling blocks in the writing process for your latest book?

 Stumbling blocks? Well in a way, describing a time travelling process is always going to be difficult but my way of thinking is – make it believable.

 What is it that you love so much about writing?

 Mainly the peace, I write during the day, turn off the phones and get on with it; I’ve never known 6 hours to pass so quickly.

I’m with you there Peter!  Sometimes I lose so much time in the process I think I must be a Time Traveller! 😀


Did you craft a carefully well thought out plan for the book or did it just flow naturally? 

This one flowed well because the idea has been with me so long, a couple of short stories I’m doing and The Survival Wars require a lot more planning, especially Survival Wars as time lines may become important for a future sequel

 Do you have a blog and do your fans encourage you? 

I have a blog, although quite new, so still feeling the ground.

 Self-published or traditional or both? 

That depends on a few things, self-published first although would like to take the traditional route.

 Is your book a part of a series?

 No ‘Past Tense’ is a one off

What other passions do you have apart from writing? 

That’s a good one although most are just as obsessive for me as writing, I’m a collector of old stuff that nobody else seems to want, mainly old technology and electrical items, love the designs and looks of the older machines, one day they may even be worth something.

Ooh!  Intriguing!  Maybe you’ll invent a Time Machine out of all the old parts (jumps up and down clapping hands together) – my imagination is running away with me! 😉 – when you do come back and I’ll interview you for Time Traveller’s United – I love interviewing real live Time Travellers!



Do you have any inspirational heroes, literary or otherwise who have really influenced you? 

Micheal Morecock was and still is a favourite, the best trilogy I’ve ever read was by Mervyn Peake, the Gomenghast trilogoy, very descriptive and very readable.

 🙂 Excellent selection – I am including links for our readers. 🙂





How do you pace yourself with writing and do you have a special place to do it? 

I have had targets of about 5000 word a week, in some cases I have done that in a day, and probably the only reason my first draft is done, as of a special place, no, the same computer and desk I use all the time

Yes I think a comfortable and calm place to work is a must – my life is too chaotic to write religiously – must get that sorted!


Do you belong to any writers’ circles and does it help you to focus?

 No, not got around to it, never seem to have the time

I would highly recommend it – however the MARsocial internet group that you belong to is just as good as the face to face in your local community kind.  It is a place to talk to like-minded people and ask questions, get advice and network  etc.



If you could give one piece of advice to a budding author – what would it be? 

The first and I believe the most important is write it, don’t spend too much time thinking about it or researching details, get in down on paper or the computer and out of your head, I found this the most useful piece of advice and is why I have the first draft done.  Yes it does need padding and yes it will need the grammar and pronunciation checking but it’s sitting quite happily on my computer rather than in my head for the first time, that in itself is an achievement.

🙂 Well done Peter and may I say you should be very proud of yourself.  And by the way – that is an excellent piece of advice – I need to take heed of it myself as I spend far too much time (years) in the writing of my novels!  (Rolls eyes and smacks forehead – get it done!  Yes!  I agree completely!) 🙂

Where can we like your fan pages? 

My main points of contact are the blog at  http://beyond-the-edge-of-reality.com/    or on Twitter    https://twitter.com/Scruffyhippo

Thank you so much Peter for joining in the fun here on the Bookish Banter – look forward to reading your books and possibly featuring you on Time Travellers United when you invent a real live working Time Machine  😉

❤ Xx Laura Crean xX ❤

If you are an Author and would like to be featured on the Bookish Banter please email me at laura.crean@yahoo.co.uk with ‘Author Interview’ in the title and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.  Oh yes and if you are a Time Traveller get in contact too because I just loooooove interviewing time travellers for the Time Traveller’s United blog ;


Doctor Who and the Stolen Time Tunnel – by Laura Crean

Published September 25, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

I’M MISSING MY DOCTOR WHO – so here’s the start of my own Doctor Who adventure…



The Lonely Planet

© 2013 Laura Crean

    The largest, reddest, warmest sun he had ever seen seemed to melt upwards from the dark sea as if it were being sucked out of the depths by the very sky itself – this strange, surreal alien sky, rippling with a cosmic light show of blues, purples and pinks.  Sparkling with the remnants of the energy trapped in its dense atmosphere.

The Doctor sat in silent reflection on the vast sparkling pink chalk cliffs, with the emerald green ocean spray foaming against the diamond rocks at the base far beneath him and as the day broke in its spectacular wonder, the sky exploded into a dazzling green reflection of the planet’s amazing oceans.

The Doctor sighed.  Eyes closed, face upturned to the huge sun’s rays, he bathed in its cleansing warmth and took a deep, rejuvenating breath of the air on this glorious planet;  the cleanest, purest air in any universe, completely untainted by any pollutants known or unknown to man.  The only place he had ever been able to sit undisturbed by adventure.

He opened his eyes and lowered his head to look out across the ocean and one single tear trickled down his cheek.  The loneliness he felt at this moment was so great and so heavy that only this place – the loneliest planet in all of creation could bear testimony to it.

No life had formed beyond the green algae that gave the planet its fluorescent green tinge from space and something in its makeup seemed to ease the pain of regeneration for a Time Lord.  He had been here before – a long time ago – too distant in his past to remember clearly – too many faces ago – too many lifetimes.  And yet the Tardis had brought him here, she had sensed his pain and she was the only one who knew what he needed to help him complete his transformation this time.  He needed …time.

And there he sat, the lonely doctor on the lonely planet as his body continued its rebirthing process, giving life to a new man, another life and another chance to fulfill his destiny.  He continued to sit there alone, staring out across the alien seascape until at last the large red sun tired of another day sunk back down into its deep sea bed, its red rays mixing with the green waters and finally disappearing into the darkness.

The Tardis door opened and she called him back to her as her engines started and jolted him from his vision, the memory of the first time he had escaped to this place, when the loss of his family was at its rawest.  When everyone he had ever known had been erased from existence in the Time War.  He rose slowly wiping another tear from his cheek and entered the Tardis, stroking her frame as he did and patting her like a faithful old pet.  “Thank you.”  He whispered to her in a voice crackling with emotion, “Thank you my dear friend.”


The Man in the Mirror

   Taking a deep breath and wiping the last tear away the Doctor strode over to the controls and said loudly to the Tardis, “Right my old friend, new me, new adventure.  You seem to know where I should be at the moment, so I’m leaving it to you – onwards and upwards…

    He engaged the time lever gently to a neutral position and performed all his usual operations then he strode around the central unit and climbed the spiral stairway to his dressing rooms.  He wandered amongst the garments – clothes from every possible human era and a few alien ones, trying on hats and jackets and browsing the rows of  ties and shoes – and as the Tardis fell through the Time Tunnel she had chosen he changed his outfit to suit his new character.

The gramophone was belting out Michael Jackson’s ‘Man in the Mirror’ and he laughed childishly as he picked up a hat Michael himself would have been proud of and added it to his costume, the white satin shirt felt cool against his newly regenerated skin.  He smiled at himself in the full length dressing mirror, adjusting the hat to just the right slant and twisting around in a Michael Jackson dance move, attempting the moonwalk and falling into the wardrobe.  As he picked himself up out of the pile of multi-coloured material the Tardis warned him they were approaching their destination – but where and when?

He slid down the banister like a small boy, leaping off the end with a ‘whoop!’ and danced his way to the doors.  Feeling better about this new skin that was so youthful in its appearance and yet so ancient and full of mistakes – “It’s time to make that change.” he said to the air – to the Tardis, “I might not recognize the man in the mirror, but I am asking him to change his ways.”  He threw open the doors of the Tardis and stepped out.  It appeared he was in the middle of a ruined castle.


Ancient Ruins and New Beginnings

 The Doctor stepped out of the Tardis and shut the door.  He walked around the ruined enclosure; it was completely devoid of life and if he hadn’t have noticed the modern payment kiosk he wouldn’t have been able to guess ‘when’ he was.  There was nobody in the kiosk and he tapped his watch and saw that it was late afternoon.  The attraction had closed for the evening.  He wandered out of the castle and over the small drawbridge.  ‘So’ he thought to himself as he caught sight of the visitor’s information – this was 1066 country – The Battle of Hastings – but why had the Tardis brought him to East Sussex of all places?

     He walked down the winding path that led to the outer wall.  The place seemed pretty deserted.  Then as he walked past the main entrance to the castle grounds a man walked past him into the castle grounds to walk his dog.  The man very politely nodded his acknowledgement of this newcomer’s presence.  “Good Evening!”  The Doctor said to the man, tipping his Michael Jackson hat in the very old fashioned custom.  The man smiled blandly and continued his doggy duties.

Directly opposite the castle grounds was a pub, appropriately named ‘The Castle’.  There didn’t appear to be much else in this lonely village so he wandered across the car park towards it.  Maybe this was just what the doctor ordered – a quiet drink in a quiet rural village to adjust to his new incarnation.  “Do I drink?”  He asked himself out loud, “I must do” he concluded and headed for the bar.

A girl was standing outside the pub smoking a cigarette.  He could tell she had been crying and as she stepped out of the way to let him in she lowered her head in embarrassment that this stranger had seen her at her worst.  “Are you going back in?” he asked her quietly, gently, “I could do with someone to share a pint with.  All on my own you see, just a lonely traveller.”

She looked up, the tears still evident under a dark bruised eye that was as beautiful as the bruise was ugly.  A brilliant emerald green, the colour of the ocean he had been gazing at not an hour before and he let a little involuntary gasp escape his lips.  She tried to move her fringe in front of the bruise, “Is it really awful?”  She whispered.  He lifted her chin with a gentle finger to look her in the eye,

“I was gasping because your eyes are so beautiful.  They’re the most vivid green I’ve ever seen.”

She blushed but pulled away from his touch obviously not prepared for this strange man to be in her personal space.  The Doctor flinched, she was in a lot of pain, someone had hurt her badly and not just by bruising her eye.  “I’m sorry.” he said quietly.  “You look like you could do with a friendly ear right now that’s all.  I’m a good listener…”He extended his hand to her and introduced himself, “I’m The Doctor”.

The girl looked shocked at his title and stepped back from his hand,

“I don’t need a doctor.”  She spat in a defensive tone.  He smiled.

“Well that’s OK because I’m not on duty right now, just recovering from a very long shift – you know how it is – Doctors – always rushing around, busy people.  I’m on a break.”

She seemed to soften a bit then and stepped forward again, dropping her cigarette on the floor and stubbing it out under her foot and shook his hand.    She looked around her as if looking for someone, not sure whether she should accept his invitation or not and she suddenly looked scared, like she really didn’t know if she should go back in the pub with him.  He lowered his hand, “It’s OK, you look like you have other plans.  It was nice to meet you … I didn’t catch your name!”

The girl’s guard suddenly went down and she seemed to visibly relax, her shoulders lowered and she smiled.

“My name’s….”

“Oi!”  Came a loud shout from across the road.  The girl jumped obviously terrified as a tall, gangly looking youth came running across the road towards them, “I thought I told you to go home, you stupid cow, who the hell is this twat?”

The Doctor could sense the girl stiffen beside him and she made a small noise of fear.  He stepped out in front of her and extended his hand to the angry guy who was now standing right next to them,

“Hello!  I’m the Doctor and you are?”

“I’m none of your bloody business is who I am.  Come on you, home!”  The man said vehemently and reached around The Doctor grabbing the girl by her bedraggled green jumper sleeve and dragging her out towards him.

She started to cry and The Doctor clearly couldn’t bear to see her suffer any more pain.  He stepped in and grabbed the man by his wrist separating him from the girl.

“She clearly doesn’t want to go with you, so I think I am going to have to ask you to respect her wishes and leave her alone.”  The girl gently took The Doctor’s hand from her disgruntled boyfriend’s wrist and said with a sudden burst of confidence,

“It’s OK Doctor I can handle this.”

The Doctor stepped back as she stood her ground and said,

“I told you earlier Rob, I’m not coming home.  I’ve had enough and I meant it.  You don’t own me, I’m not your property and I might not have a job at the moment but I’m not useless either.  I’m just thankful we haven’t got any kids because this would have been so much harder.  I’m a person, I have feelings.  I’m not there just to do what you tell me and have a dinner on the table when you come home plastered from your after work drink with the boys.  Forget it, I’m moving onwards and upwards mate!”

Rob looked furious at her defiance of him and he rose his hand to strike her across her un-bruised eye.

“I don’t think so!” The Doctor said calmly as he intercepted Rob’s backhand, “I think you’ve just been dumped mate.”  Rob laughed.

“I don’t think so – mate!” he spat in The Doctor’s face.  “She’s got to come home sooner or later to pick up her stuff – and then we’ll see just how brave she is.”  And he spat on the floor in front of them both and then strode off back across the road.

“Nice fella!”  The Doctor laughed and turned to the girl, but she was half way across the car park and heading towards the castle crying her heart out.  The Doctor raised his eyes to the heavens and said, “Oh God” What is it with me and damsels in distress?”  Then he ran after her.


The Game Plan

     He caught up with the girl and she was now hiccupping back the tears and wiping the snot onto her already grubby green oversized granny knitted jumper.  The Doctor fell in beside her and said “I still didn’t catch your name.”  She turned to look at him as they came across a bench in the castle grounds and she sat down, still looking at him, still furiously trying to be strong and wipe the tears away.

“I didn’t throw it at you!” she said sarcastically and he laughed,

“Oh I see we’re playing games – OK I’ll play along.  You’ve been dealt a tough hand, he hasn’t played fair and you’ve struggled to play on by his rules am I right?” She smiled and nodded,

“Yeah something like that.”  He nodded and noticed she didn’t feel comfortable making eye contact with him, but he continued to hold her eye trying to make his point.

“But you’ve just played the winning hand my friend.  You have called his bluff and now you’re home free.  You are on a roll – the question is – are you going to run with it?”

She finally returned his gaze and asked suspiciously,

“What are you a Doctor of? Psychology?”  He continued to hold her gaze for a moment and then stood up snorting,

“No. Time!”

“Time?”  She repeated “What does that mean?”

He paced up and down in front of her a couple of times before he sat back down on the bench and watched as the dog walker returned from his daily route, she followed his gaze and they sat there in silence for a moment.  Then he said,

“I’ve had a lot of time to study people that’s all and there’s one thing I’ve noticed.”

“And what’s that?” she asked genuinely curious about this man’s philosophy on life, there was just something about him that was so intriguing.

“People are predictable to a point.  But when they are threatened, when they are facing a marked point in their life’s journey – that is when they can be spectacular!  That is when heroes are born!”  She sighed,

“I’m no hero Doctor!”  He smiled in a mysterious sort of way.

“I think you are.  I think you are the bravest one of all.  But we shall see, we shall see.”

The man and his dog started to cross their path and she laughed a little nervously,

“You’re a strange one aren’t you?”  He grinned.  A really boyish, cheeky grin and answered,

“You have no idea.”  He looked up and the man and his dog suddenly disappeared, right in front of their eyes – He was there and then he just wasn’t!

The Doctor leapt up from the bench, “What?  What?  Where’d he go?”  The girl stood up and turned around in a circle looking for the man.

“But…that’s impossible.  He was there, I saw him.  He was walking his dog right in front of us.  What was he a ghost?”  The Doctor laughed,

“A ghost?  No! I’ve seen ghosts.  He was alive, just an ordinary man walking his dog, so the question is – where on Earth did he go?”


Swapping Time

    The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver from a pocket of the bright blue suede jacket he was wearing and then swiped the air around them in a wide arcing movement, the little purple light on the sonic device showing it was doing some sort of scan of the area.  The girl’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw his strange activities, “What the hell is that?”  She asked.

     He didn’t answer but continued to scan around the path and then all of a sudden a figure appeared out of thin air a few yards in front of them, on the same path.  It wasn’t the dog walker – it was what appeared to be a soldier!  Not a modern soldier, but some sort of medieval guy in ancient armour, complete with scabbard and sword, which he quickly drew and started charging towards the couple as soon as he clapped eyes on them – complete with what can only be described as a battle cry.

The Doctor smiled

“That’s more like it!”  He said laughing and pulled the girl along after him as he started running back towards the castle.  The girl asked

“What the hell?”

“Just run!”  He shouted as they bolted for the drawbridge.

“No!”  She screamed “Not in there.  We’ll be trapped!”  And she hesitated.  He looked her straight in the eye for a second without stopping,

“Believe me, in that castle is the safest place on Earth right now, now come on!”

She looked back over her shoulder and saw the mad man with the sword still charging at them and started to overtake the Doctor, pulling him now –

“If he’s part of some 1066 re-enactment he’s had a bad day!”  She wheezed as they ran over the drawbridge and into the castle itself.  The Doctor laughed.

“He’s not an actor – he’s real and I need to find out where he’s from because I’m betting that wherever he’s come from is where our lost dog walker has gone and I need to get him back.”

“What are you talking ab…”  She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the Tardis and the Doctor run up and open the door and run inside it.  She stopped and just stood there staring at it.  The door opened again and the Doctor poked his head out and said quite calmly

“Are you coming in or are you waiting to be introduced to him?”  And he nodded his head behind her.  She turned around and the man was close now and screaming at the top of his lungs.  She turned back towards the doctor and he pulled her in to the Tardis and shut the door.

Of course the Tardis was so amazingly bizarre to her and there was so much to take in that she didn’t even notice when the medieval man ran head first into it from outside and the big echoey boom inside at his assault.  She stood there, back to the door, eyes wide and started to say the one line he was waiting for, the first thing that comes out of every human mouth as they enter the Tardis for the first time and the Doctor invariably mouths in unison

“But it’s bigger on the inside!”

He beckoned her over to the controls as he nodded and answered,

“I know, I know it’s ‘dimensionally transcendental’ it’s all very odd but you’ll adjust – come over here I want to show you something.”

“Who the hell are you?”  She said as she finally pulled herself away from the door and walked slowly over to him trying to take the Tardis in to all her senses as she did.

“I told you I’m The Doctor – but who are you?  That’s what I want to know.  You still haven’t told me your name.”

“I’m Gemma Stone!”  He stopped what he was doing and laughed and then coughed it back and then laughed again.

“You’re kidding!  Your name is Gem Stone?”  She smiled

“No!  It’s Gemma…but most of my friends do call me Gem.”

“Your name is Gem Stone?”  He said again and she came over and hit him on his arm, laughing.

“OK Doctor of Time who isn’t a Psychologist.”  She stopped and looked at him in a funny way.  “You’re a Time Traveller aren’t you?”

The Doctor stopped what he was doing with his controls and looked at Gemma,

“Well!  There you are.  I knew you were something special when I saw those amazing eyes of yours.  Nobody ever says that!”  He smiled at her.  A big, adorable, bad boy smile and her heart just melted instantly.  Wow!  He was something else.

“You are aren’t you?  You’re a Time Traveller?  So what are you Doctor – some sort of mad inventor or something?”

“Or something.”  He laughed.  “Come here and have a look at this.”

She leant over his shoulder and peered into the instrument he was looking in to.  An image of the man outside the Tardis stared back but surrounding him like a subtle purple aura was a strange shimmering static charged light and it seemed also to be surrounding the Tardis.

“What is it?”  She asked looking away and letting him look again.

He stepped away from the controls and stroked his chin in a thoughtful way,

“I haven’t got the foggiest!  And why is it around the Tardis?”

“The Tardis?”  Gemma questioned “Is that what your Time Machine is called?”  He nodded,

“It looks like some sort of Time Energy, a bit like what powers the Tardis through the artificial singularity in the Eye of Harmony – but…It’s not huon energy – frankly I’ve never seen anything exactly like it before.”  He moved back to the controls and started flipping switches and turning knobs “But I should be able to get a lock on its source and the Tardis can take this man and us back to where he belongs.”

He looked at her, grinning, that boyish, impish grin that she thought she could really get used to, as if he was waiting for her to do or say something and she shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows in question,

“What?”  He looked at a big red button in front of him and she followed his line of view,

“Go on – you push it” he said.

“What?  You want me to fly your space ship?”

“Well, you know not completely fly it exactly, but, yes!  Go on I dare you.”

Gemma smiled and put her hand over the button and then hesitated.  “What are you waiting for, push it!”  She didn’t have to be told twice; she slammed her hand down on the button and the Tardis spluttered into life with its usual jolt and whining as it tried to fly with the handbrake on.  They zoomed through the time tunnel the Tardis had locked onto and in a few moments they materialized at their destination – but where in the multiverse were they?

The Doctor peered into his scanner and sure enough they were in the middle of a medieval battle.  The soldier fell off of the Tardis that he had been clinging to for dear life, trying not to fall into the void of space that had surrounded him as they were falling through the time tunnel in the Tardis; and standing back and rubbing his eyes, he looked up at the strange blue box in fear, as he stumbled around the battle field wondering what on Earth had just happened to him.  And, as he stumbled around like a drunken Viking he bumped into the dog walker who was also wandering around in bewilderment of why he had suddenly found himself ‘out of his time zone’.  The two locked eyes and then suddenly there was a bright flash of green light and purple lightening forks and they were gone again!

The Doctor jumped in shock,

“What the?”

“What is it Doctor?  What happened?”  Gemma asked, wondering what he could see in his instruments.  The Doctor looked up from the scanner and whispered in a bemused fashion,

“They’ve both disappeared now!”

“Well what are you waiting for, follow them!”

   To be continued…

Dawn’s Greeting on Wattpad

Published August 29, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

I would just like to invite you all to read excerpts from my works on Wattpad.  I am an open book and pretty much everything I am working on is posted on there and I really do appreciate comments as I believe they help to improve what isn’t working so well, strengthen what is and it’s fun to share.  The link is to my Young Adult novel ‘Dawn’s Greeting’ which is another novel that is finished but needs a lot of editing before I can publish it.  I am hoping it will be ready to publish by Summer 2014.


Temporary cover for Dawn’s Greeting


The Flush with Captain Ozone

Published August 14, 2013 by Laura Crean Author

Captain Ozone on the time toilet

I am so pleased to announce that tomorrow I will be interviewing the legendary Time Travelling Super Hero – Captain Ozone – he is not a fan of doing interviews, so this is a rare opportunity that you do not want to miss.

See you tomorrow my Time Travelling followers…


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