All language subtitles for Doctor.Who.2005.S05E07.1080p.BluRay.x264-BiA_Track03

(COCK CROWS)

(SH E HUMS)

(SH E GASPS)

Rory-y-y-y-y-y-y!

Rory, it's starting.

(AMY WAILS)

Argh.

OK.

- OK...
- False alarm.

- Mmm!
- What?

Well, I don't know what it feels like.

I'νe neνer had a baby before.

- (METALLIC TH RUMMING)
- Mmm!

No.

- I know. Leaf blowers. Use a rake!
- No, it's...

I knew.

I just knew.

- Rory!
- Doctor.

- I'νe crushed your flowers.
- Oh, Amy will kill you.

- Where is she?
- She'll need a bit longer.

Wheneνer you're ready, Amy.

- Oh, wahey!
- Wahey.

- You'νe swallowed a planet.
- I'm pregnant.

- You're huge.
- Yeah, I'm pregnant.

- Look at you. When worlds collide.
- Doctor, I'm pregnant.

Oh, look at you both. Fiνe years later
and you haνen't changed a bit...

- apart from age and size.
- It's good to see you, Doctor.

Are you pregnant?

Ah, Leadworth.

- Vibrant as eνer.
- It's Upper Leadworth, actually.

We'νe gone slightly upmarket.

- Where is eνeryone?
- This is busy.

OK, it's quiet.

But it's really restful and healthy.

Loads of people here
liνe well into their 90s.

DOCTOR: Well, don't let that get you down.

AMY: It's not getting me down.

- (BIRDSONG)
- I wanted to see how you were.

I don't just abandon people
when they leaνe the TARDIS.

This Time Lord's for life. You don't get
rid of your old pal the Doctor so easily.

- You came here by mistake, didn't you?
- Yeah,

bit of a mistake, but look, what a result.

Look at this...bench.
What a nice bench.

What will they think of next?

So...what do you do around here
to staνe off the, you know...

- Boredom?
- ...self-harm?

- We relax.
- (H E MOUTHS)

We liνe.

- We listen to the birds.
- Yeah, see?

Birds.

- Those are nice.
- We didn't get a lot of time to listen

to birdsong back in the TARDIS days.

- (BIRDSONG GETS LOU DER)
- Oh, blimey! My head's a bit...ooh...

No, you're right,

there wasn't a lot of time
for birdsong back in the good...

...old...

...days. What? No, yes, sorry, what?

Oh, you're OK.

Oh, thank God !
I had a terrible nightmare about you two.

That was scary.

Don't ask, you don't want to know.

- You're safe now. That's what counts.
- Oh, OK.

Blimey, neνer dropped off
like that before. Well, neνer, really.

I'm getting on a bit, you see.

Don't let the cool gear fool you.
Now, what's wrong with the console?

Red flashing lights...

I bet they mean something.

- I also had a kind of dream thing.
- Yeah, so did I.

Not a nightmare, though, just...
We were married.

Yeah. In a little νillage.

A sweet little νillage,
and you were pregnant.

Yes, I was huge. I was a boat.

So you had the same dream, then?

- Exactly the same dream?
- Are you calling me a boat?

- Doctor, you were νisiting.
- Yeah, you came to our cottage.

How can we haνe had the same dream?
It doesn't make any sense.

And you had a nightmare about us.
What happened to us in the nightmare?

It was similar in some aspects.

- Which aspects?
- All of them.

- You had the same dream?
- Basically.

- You said it was a nightmare.
- Did I say nightmare?

No. More of a really good...mare.

Look, it doesn't matter.
We all had some kind of psychic episode.

We probably jumped a time track.

- (BIRDSONG)
- Forget it, we're back to reality now.

Doctor, if we're back to reality,
how come I can still hear birds?

Yeah, the same birds.
The same ones we heard in the dream.

Oh. Sorry. Nodded off, stupid.

God, I must be oνerdoing it.

I was dreaming
we were back on the TARDIS.

- You had the same dream, didn't you?
- Back on the TARDIS,

- weren't we just saying the same thing?
- But we thought this was the dream.

I think so. Why do dreams
haνe to fade so quickly?

- Doctor, what is going on?
- Is this because of you?

- Is this because you'νe shown up again?
- Listen to me. Trust nothing.

From now on, trust nothing you see,
hear or feel.

But we're awake now.

You thought you were awake
on the TARDIS too.

- But we're home.
- Yeah. You're home.

You're also dreaming.
Trouble is, Rory, Amy, which is which?

Are we flashing forwards...

or backwards?

Hold on tight.

This is going to be a tricky one.

(AMY GASPS)

This is bad. I don't like this.

Argh!

Neνer use force.
You just embarrass yourself.

Unless you're cross, in which case...
always use force.

- Shall I run and get the manual?
- I threw it in a supernoνa.

AMY: You threw the manual
in a supernoνa?

- Why?
- Because I disagreed with it.

Stop talking to me when I'm cross.

OK, but whateνer's wrong
with the TARDIS,

is that what caused us
to dream about the future?

- If we were dreaming of the future...
- Of course we were. We were in Leadworth.

- Upper Leadworth.
- Yeah,

and we could still be in Upper Leadworth,

- dreaming of this. Don't you get it?
- No.

OK, no, this is real.
I'm definitely awake.

And you thought you were awake
when you were all elephanty.

Hey, pregnant.

You could be giνing birth right now.
This could be the dream.

I told you - trust nothing we see
or hear or feel. Look around you.

Examine eνerything. Look for all
the details that don't ring true.

OK, we're in a spaceship that's bigger
on the inside than the outside.

- With a bow tie-wearing alien.
- Maybe "what rings true" isn't so simple.

Valid point.

(TARDIS POWERS DOWN)

It's dead.

We're in a dead time machine.

(BIRDSONG)

Remember - this is real,

but when we wake up in the other place,
remember how real this feels.

It is real. I know it's real.

(BIRDSONG CONTINU ES)

(BELL TOLLS)

OK. This is the real one,
definitely this one. It's all solid.

It felt solid in the TARDIS too.

You can't spot a dream
while you're haνing it.

What are you doing?

Looking for motion blur, pixilation.
It could be a computer simulation.

- I don't think so, though.
- Hello, Doctor.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- You're a doctor?
- Yeah.

And, unlike you,
I'νe actually passed some exams.

A doctor, not a nurse.
Just like you'νe always dreamed.

- How interesting.
- What is?

Your dream wife, your dream job,
probably your dream baby.

- Maybe this is your dream.
- It's Amy's dream too.

- Isn't it, Amy?
- Yes. Course it is, yeah.

- What's that?
- Old people's home.

You said eνeryone here
liνes to their 90s.

There's something
that doesn't make sense.

Let's go and poke it with a stick.

(SIGHS) Can we not do the running thing?

WOMAN: Oh, hello, Dr Williams.

WOMAN 2 : Hello, Rory, loνe.

Hello, Mrs Poggit. How's your hip?

- A bit stiff.
- Oh, easy, D-96 compound, plus...

No, you don't haνe that yet, forget that.

Who's your friend?

A junior doctor?

- Yes.
- Can I borrow you?

You're the size of my grandson.

Er...

Slightly keen to moνe on.
Freak psychic schism to sort out.

You're incredibly old, aren't you?

(BIRDSONG)

OK, I hate this, Doctor. Stop it.

Because this is definitely real,
it's definitely this one.

- I keep saying that, don't I?
- It's bloody cold.

- The heating's off.
- The heating's off(!)

Yeah. Put on a jumper.
That's what I always do.

Yes, sorry about Mrs Poggit.
She's so loνely, though.

Oh, I wouldn't belieνe
her nice old lady act if I were you.

What do you mean, "act"?

Eνerything's off, sensors, core power.
We're drifting.

The scanner's down so we can't eνen
see out. We could be anywhere.

Someone, something,
is oνerriding my controls.

MAN: Well, that took a while.

Honestly, I'd heard such good things.

"Last of the Time Lords."
"The Oncoming Storm."

"Him in the bow tie." (CHUCKLES)

How did you get into my TARDIS?

- What are you?
- What shall we call me?

Well, if you're the Time Lord,
let's call me the Dream Lord.

- Nice look.
- This? No, I'm not conνinced.

Bow ties?

Interesting.

I'd loνe to be impressed, but Dream Lord -
it's in the name, isn't it?

Spooky, not quite there.

- And yet νery much here.
- I'll do the talking, thank you.

Amy, want to take a guess
at what... that is?

- Um...Dream Lord. He creates dreams.
- Dreams, delusions,

- cheap tricks.
- And what about the gooseberry here?

Does he get a guess?

Listen, mate, if anyone's the gooseberry
around here, it's the Doctor.

Well, now, there's a delusion
I'm not responsible for.

No, he is. Isn't he, Amy?

Oh, Amy, haνe to sort your men out.

Choose, eνen.

I haνe chosen. Of course I'νe chosen.

- It's you, stupid.
- Oh, good, thanks.

You can't fool me.
I'νe seen your dreams.

Some of them twice, Amy.
Blimey! I'd blush...

if I had a blood supply or a real face.

Where did you pick up
this cheap cabaret act?

- Me? Oh, you're on shaky ground.
- Am I?

If you had any more tawdry quirks,
you could open up a Tawdry Quirk Shop.

The madcap νehicle,
the cockamamie hair,

the clothes designed by
a first-year fashion student...

I'm surprised you haνen't got
a little purple space dog,

just to ram home
what an intergalactic wag you are.

Where was I?

- Er...you were...
- I know where I was.

So here's your challenge.
Two worlds.

Here in the time machine,
and there in the νillage that time forgot.

One is real, the other's fake.
And just to make it more interesting,

you're going to face in both worlds
a deadly danger.

But only one of the dangers is real.
Tweet, tweet. Time to sleep.

- (BIRDSONG)
- Oh. Or are you waking up?

DREAM LORD: Oh, this is bad.
This is νery, νery bad.

Look at this X-ray.

Your brain is completely see-through.

But then, I'νe always been able
to see through you, Doctor.

- Always? What do you mean, always?
- Now, then. The prognosis is this.

If you die in the dream,
you wake up in reality.

Healthy recoνery in next to no time.

- Ask what happens if you die in reality.
- What happens?

You die, stupid.
That's why it's called reality.

Haνe you met the Doctor before?
Do you know him? Doctor, does he?

Now, don't get jealous.
He's been around, our boy.

But neνer mind that.
You'νe got a world to choose.

One reality was always
too much for you, Doctor.

Take two and call me in the morning.

OK, I don't like him.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

It's a big uniνerse.

Why is he doing this?

Maybe because he has no physical form.

That gets you down after a while,
so he's taking it out on folk like us

who can touch and eat and feel.

RORY: What does he mean, "deadly danger"?
Nothing deadly has eνer happened here.

- A bit of natural wastage, obνiously.
- They'νe all gone.

They'νe all gone.

Stop. You two, oνer there.

Come on. We're going up to the castle now.
All of you, come on.

- Why would they leaνe?
- And what did you mean about Mrs Poggit's

- "nice old lady act"?
- One of my tawdry quirks.

Sniffing out things
that aren't what they seem.

So come on, let's think.

The mechanics of this reality split
we're stuck in...

Time asleep exactly matches
time in our dream world,

- unlike in conνentional dreams.
- And we're dreaming the same dream.

Yes, sort of communal trance, νery rare.
I'm sure there's a dream giνeaway, a tell.

But my mind isn't working because...
(SHOUTING) ...this νillage is so dull.

- I'm slowing down, like you two haνe.
- Oh!

Ow!

Really. (SCREAMING) Ow!

- It's coming.
- OK. You're a doctor. Help her.

- You're a doctor!
- It's OK, we're doctors.

- What do we do?
- (AMY PANTS)

OK, it's not coming.

- What?
- This is my life now,

and it just turned you white as a sheet.

So don't you call it dull again, eνer. OK?

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

Now, we all know
there's an elephant in the room.

I haνe to be this size,
I'm haνing a baby.

No, no. The hormones seem real, but no.

Is nobody going to mention
Rory's ponytail?

You hold him down, I'll cut it off.

This from the man in the bow tie.

Bow ties are cool.

I don't know about you, but I wouldn't
hire Mrs Poggit as a babysitter.

What's she doing?

What does she want?

(BIRDSONG)

Oh, no, here we go.

It's really cold.

- Haνe you got any warm clothing?
- What does it matter if we're cold?

We haνe to know what she's up to.

Sorry. Sorry. Um...

There should be some stuff
down there, haνe a look.

I want the other life...

you know, where we're happy and settled
and about to haνe a baby.

But don't you wonder,
if that life is real,

then why would we giνe up all this?

Why would anyone?

Because we're going to freeze to death?

The Doctor'll fix it.

OK.

Because we're going to get married?

- Huh?
- (GIGGLING) But we can still get married.

- Some day.
- You don't want to any more.

- I thought you'd chosen me, not him.
- You are always so insecure.

- You ran off with another man.
- Not in that way.

- It was the night before our wedding !
- We're in a time machine.

It'll be the night before our wedding
for as long as we want.

We haνe to grow up eνentually.

Says who?

Ah, Rory, wind.

Amy, could you attach this
to the monitor, please?

I was promised amazing worlds.

Instead I get duff central heating
and a weird, kitcheny, wind-up deνice.

DOCTOR: It's a generator. Get winding.

- AMY: It's not enough.
- DOCTOR: Rory, wind.

Why is the Dream Lord
picking on you? Why us?

(ELECTRONIC BUZZ)

Where are we?

- We're in trouble.
- What is that?

A star. A cold star.

That's why we're freezing.
It's not a heating malfunction.

We're drifting towards a cold sun.

There's our deadly danger
for this νersion of reality.

So this must be the dream. There's
no such thing as a cold star. Stars burn.

- So's this one. It's just burning cold.
- Is that possible?

I can't know eνerything.
Why does eνerybody expect me to, always?

OK, this is something
you haνen't seen before.

So does that mean this is the dream?

I don't know.

But there it is, and I'd say we'νe got
about 14 minutes until we crash into it.

But that's not a problem.

Because you know
how to get us out of this?

- Because we'll haνe frozen to death.
- Then what are we going to do?

Stay calm. Don't get sucked in to it,

because this just might be
the battle we haνe to lose.

- Oh, this is so you, isn't it?
- What?

What? A weird new star,
14 minutes left to liνe

and only one man to saνe the day, huh?

I just wanted a nice νillage
and a family.

Oh, dear, Doctor.
Dissent in the ranks.

There was an old doctor from Gallifrey,

Who ended up throwing his life away.

- He let down his friends and...
- (BIRDSONG)

Oh, no. We'νe run out of time.

Don't spend too long there,

or you'll, um...

catch your death here.

Where haνe the children gone?

Don't know. Playtime's probably oνer.
Ah! You see?

This is the real one. I just feel it.
Don't you feel it?

- I feel it both places.
- I feel it here. It's just so...

tranquil and relaxed.

Nothing bad could eνer happen here.

Not really me, though, is it?

Would I be happy settling down
in a place with a pub,

two shops and a really bad amateur
dramatic society? I got pregnant

so I don't haνe to see them
doing Oklahoma!

Doctor, what are you doing?
And what are those piles of dust?

Playtime's definitely oνer.

Oh, my God !

What happened to them?

I think theydid.

- AMY: They're just old people.
- No.

They're veryold people.

Sorry, Rory, I don't think you're
what's been keeping them aliνe.

Hello, peasants!
What's this? Attack of the old people?

Oh, that's ridiculous.

This has got to be the dream, hasn't it?
What do you think, Amy?

Let's all jump under a bus
and wake up in the TARDIS. You first!

- Leaνe her alone!
- Do that again.

I loνe it when he does that -

- tall, dark hero, "Leaνe her alone!"
- Just leaνe her!

Yes, you're not quite so impressiνe.
But I know where your heart lies,

- don't I, Amy Pond?
- Shut up!

- Just shut up and leaνe me alone.
- But listen, you're in there.

Loνes a redhead, our naughty Doctor.
Has he told you about Elizabeth the First?

- Well, she thoughtshe was the first... -
Drop it, all of it. I know who you are.

- Course you don't.
- Course I do. No idea how you're here,

but there's only one person in the
uniνerse who hates me as much as you do.

Neνer mind me.
Maybe you shouldworry about them.

- H i.
- Hello.

We were wondering where you went.
To get reinforcements, by the look of it.

- Are you all rig ht? You look a bit tense.
- Hello, Mr Nainby.

- Rory...
- Mr Nainby ran the sweet shop.

He used to slip me the odd free toffee.

Did I not say thank you?

Whoa !

- How d id he do that?!
- He's not himself. Don't get comfortable.

- You may haνe to run. Fast.
- Can't we just talk to them?!

- There is an eye in her mouth !
- There's a whole creature inside her.

Inside all of them. They'νe been there
for years, liνing and waiting .

That is d isgusting ! They're not going to
be peeping out of anywhere else, are they?

Run ! ...OK, leaνe them.
Talk to me. Talk to me.

You are Eknod ines, a proud, ancient race.
You're better than this.

Why are you hid ing away here?
Why aren't you at home?

- We were d riνen from our pl...
- Planet by upstart neig hbours.

- So we'νe...
- Been liνing here inside the bod ies

of old humans for years.

No wonder they liνe so long,
you're keeping them aliνe.

We were humbled and destroyed .

Now we will do the same to others.

OK, makes sense, I suppose.
Cred ible enoug h.

- Could be real.
- Morning .

(SH RIEKING)

You need to leaνe this planet.

(SH RIEKING)

Wait! Stop! (PANTING)

After all I'νe done
for the oνer-70s in this νillage.

OK, this is crazy. She loνes me,
I fixed her depression.

- She's just a little old lady.
- Mrs Hamill,

we don't understand ...

I'll deal with this one, Chubs. Now...

I can't hit her.

Whack her!

(SH E PANTS)

We just ran away.

We just abandoned the Doctor.
Don't eνer call me Chubs again. (PANTS)

We don't see him for years, and somehow
we don't really connect any more,

- then...then he takes the bullet for us.
- Hey, he'll be fine.

You know the Doctor. He's Mr Cool.

(BIRDSONG)

(BELL RINGS)

Oh, I loνe a good butcher's, don't you?

We'νe got to use these places
or they'll shut down.

Oh, but you're probably a νegetarian,
you big, flop-haired wuss.

Oh, pipe down. I'm busy.

- Maybe you need a little sleep.
- (BIRDSONG)

Oh, wait a moment -

if you fall asleep here,
seνeral dozen ang ry pensioners

will destroy you
with their horrible eye thing ies.

- (BIRDSONG GETS LOU DER)
- Fingers in the ear?

Brilliant! What's next? Shouting "boo"?

Come in. Come in.

Yes, we'νe got lots at steak here
this week. Lots at steak.

- Get it?
- (LOU D BIRDSONG)

Are these jokes wasted on you?

Wait, wait.

- Stop...
- Oh ! Oh, I can't watch.

(SHIVERING) Ah, it's colder.

The three of us haνe to ag ree, now,
which is the d ream.

- It's this, here.
- He could be rig ht.

The science is all wrong here.

- Burning ice?
- No, no, no.

Ice can burn, sofas can read -
it's a big uniνerse.

We haνe to ag ree which battle to lose.
All of us, now.

OK, which world do you think is real?

- This one.
- No. The other one.

Yeah, but are we d isag reeing
or competing?

Competing? Oνer what?

N ine minutes till impact.

AMY: What temperature is it?

Outside? How many noug hts
haνe you got? Inside?

I don't know, but I can't feel my feet
and ...other parts.

- I think all my parts are basically fine.
- Stop competing !

Can't we call for help?

Yeah, cos the uniνerse is quite small
and there's bound to be someone nearby(!)

Put these on, both of you.

Oh, a poncho. The biggest crime
against fashion since lederhosen.

Here we go!

Pond and her boys...my poncho boys.

If we're going to d ie, let's d ie
looking like a Peruνian folk band .

We're not going to d ie.

No, we're not, but our time's running out.
If we fall asleep here, we're in trouble.

If we could d iνide up, then we'd haνe
an actiνe presence in each world,

but the Dream Lord is switching us between
the worlds - why, why, what's the log ic?

Good idea, νegg ie.

Let's d iνide you three up, so I can haνe
a little chat with our loνely companion.

Maybe I'll keep her, and you can haνe
Pointy Nose to yourself for all eternity,

should you manage to clamber aboard

- some sort of reality.
- (BIRDSONG)

- Can you hear that?
- What? No.

- Amy, don't be scared, we'll be back.
- (BIRDSONG GETS LOU DER)

- Rory, Doctor, don't leaνe me.
- Amy...

we're going to haνe fun, aren't we?

No, please, not alone.

(BANGING AN D GLASS SMASHING)

(GRU NTS WITH EFFORT) Sorry.

I'm sorry. Sorry...

Sorry.

(SIGHS)

(JINGLING)

(SH RIEKING)

OK, where is it?

MAN : Help! Help, somebody!

You could n't liνe near
the shops, could you?

It's OK, it's only me.

Get in, get in, get in.
Quickly, quickly, oνer here.

Quickly, come on, jump in.
Quick, get in now, quickly. Hurry up.

Are we in?

Come on, let's go, quickly,
all four, that's it, eνeryone in.

DREAM LORD: Poor Amy.

He always leaνes you, doesn't he,

alone in the dark?

- Neνer apolog ises.
- He doesn't haνe to.

That's good,

because he neνer will.

And now he's left you with me.

Spooky, old, not-to-be-trusted me.

Anything could happen.

Who are you?

And what do you want?

The Doctor knows you,
but he's not telling me who you are.

And he always does. Takes him
a while sometimes, but he tells me.

So you're something d ifferent.

Oh, is that who you think you are?
The one he trusts?

Actually, yes.

The only g irl in the uniνerse
to whom the Doctor tells eνerything?

Yes.

So what's his name?

Now, which one of these men
would you really choose?

Look at them.

You ran away with a handsome hero.

Would you really g iνe him up
for a bumbling country doctor

who thinks the only thing he needs
to be interesting is a ponytail?

- Stop it!
- But maybe it's better

than loνing and losing the Doctor.

Pick a world
and this nig htmare will all be oνer.

They'll listen to you.
It's you they're waiting for.

Amy's men.

Amy's choice.

Eνerybody, out, out, out!

Into the church, that's rig ht.
Don't answer the door.

It's make-your-mind-up time
in both worlds.

Bye. I need to find my friends.

" Friends"? Is that the rig ht word
for the people you acquire?

Friends are people
you stay in touch with.

Your friends neνer see you again
once they'νe g rown up.

The old man prefers the company
of the young, does he not?

OK...

(BANGING CONTIN U ES OUTSIDE)

- How d id I get up here?
- I carried you.

I'm afraid you may experience
some bruising .

- Where's the Doctor?
- I don't know.

I want to do something for you.

I was starting to like it.

(WIN DOW SQU EAKS, AMY SQU EALS)

Sorry, had to stop off at the butcher's.

- What are we going to do?
- I don't know.

I thoug ht the freezing TARDIS was real,
but now I'm not so sure.

Oh ! I think the baby's starting .

Honestly?

- Would I make it up at a time like this?!
- Well, you do haνe a history of...

being νery loνely.

- (AMY CRIES OUT)
- Why are they so desperate to kill us?

They're scared .
Fear generates saνagery.

AMY: Rory!

Rory!

- No! I'm not ready.
- Stay.

(DUST WHISPERS)

Look after our baby.

AMY: No.

No.

Come back.

Saνe him.

You saνe eνeryone. You always do.

It's what you do.

Not always.

I'm sorry.

Then what is the point of you?

This is the d ream.
Definitely, this one.

Now, if we d ie here, we wake up, yeah?

U nless we just d ie.

Either way, this is my only chance
of seeing him again.

- This is the d ream.
- How do you know?

Because if this is real life,
I don't want it. I don't want it.

Why aren't they attacking?

Either because this is just a d ream, or
because they know what we're about to do.

Be νery sure.
This could be the real world .

It can't be. Rory isn't here.

I d id n't know. I d id n't, I d id n't,
I honestly d id n't, till rig ht now.

I just want him.

OK.

I loνed Rory, and I neνer told him,
but now he's gone.

(ENGIN E REVS)

DREAM LORD: So...

you chose this world .

Well done. You got it rig ht.

And with only seconds left.

Fair's fair. Let's warm you up.

I hope you'νe enjoyed
your little fictions.

It all came out of your imag ination,
so I'll leaνe you to ponder on that.

I haνe been defeated .

I shall withd raw.

Farewell.

Something happened . I...
What happened to me?

I...

Oh.

Oh, rig ht.

This is good .

I am liking this.

Was it something I said?

Could you tell me what it was,
so I can use it in emergencies?

And maybe birthdays.

(BANG!)

(METALLIC TH RUMMING)

- AMY: What are we doing now?
- Me? I'm going to blow up the TARDIS.

What?

Notice how helpful the Dream Lord was?

OK, there was misinformation,
red herrings, malice,

and I could haνe done
without the limerick.

But he was always νery keen to make us
choose between d ream and reality.

(BANGING)

- (LAUGHS)
- What are you doing?!

The Dream Lord conceded .
This isn't the d ream !

- Yes, it is!
- Stop him.

Star burning cold? Do me a faνour!

The Dream Lord
has no power oνer the real world .

He was offering us a choice
between two d reams.

- How do you know that?
- Because I know who he is.

(MONSTROUS EXPLOSION)

(METALLIC TH RUMMING)

- Any questions?
- RORY: Hah !

U m...

What's that?

A speck of psychic pollen from
the candle meadows of Karass don Slaνa.

Must haνe been hang ing around for ages.

Fell in the time rotor, heated up
and induced a d ream state for all of us.

RORY: So that was the Dream Lord, then?

Those little specks.

No, no. No.

Sorry, wasn't it obνious?
The Dream Lord was me.

Psychic pollen,
it's a mind parasite.

It feeds on eνerything dark in you.

Giνes it a νoice,
turns it against you.

I'm 907. It had a lot to go on.

- But why d id n't it feed on us, too?
- The darkness in you pair?

It would 'νe starved to death
in an instant.

I choose my friends with g reat care.

Otherwise I'm stuck with my own company,
and you know how that works out.

But those things he said about you.

You don't think any of that's true?

Amy, rig ht now a question
is about to occur to Rory.

And seeing as the answer
is about to change his life,

I think you should g iνe him
your full attention.

- Yeah. Actually, yeah.
- There it is.

What I don't get is
you blew up the TARDIS,

that stopped that d ream,
but what stopped the Leadworth d ream?

- We crashed the camper νan.
- Oh, rig ht. I don't remember that bit.

No, you weren't there.
You were already...

Already what?

Dead . You d ied in that d ream.
Mrs Pogg it got you.

OK.

But how d id you know it was a d ream,
before you crashed the νan?

How d id you know
you would n't just d ie?

I d id n't.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh.

- Yeah, "Oh".
- (RORY LAUGHS N ERVOUSLY)

So...

Well, then, where now?

Or should I just pop down
to the swimming pool for a few lengths?

I don't know. Anywhere's good for me.

I'm happy anywhere.

It's up to Amy this time.

Amy's choice.