I remember one of my dreams from last night. It was so vivid, and I was so happy in the dream…
…and now, when thinking about it, the dream only makes me sad.
I was in a store. I was looking at their DVD section.
And they had Doctor Who‘s “Evil of the Daleks” on DVD.
The Patrick Troughton story! The seven-parter! The Dalek Emperor and “the final end” of the Daleks!
And the cover! It was fabulous. Troughton, the Dalek Emperor, Jamie and Victoria, a whole raft of Daleks. Sort of like the cover on the BBC Audio release of the story, but not.
I bought it. I bought “Evil of the Daleks.”
I bought something else, too, but I have no idea what it was.
But there, in my dream, I bought “Evil of the Daleks.” On DVD.
What’s so sad about this dream?
Only the second episode of “Evil of the Daleks” exists today. There are audio tracks for the entire story, and I own the BBC Audio release of “Evil,” but release of the entire seven-parter on DVD? Impossible.
Which is what made me sad. That I bought something I can never, ever have.