There resides a genius in my subconscious mind.
I dreamt I went to a hotel with a group of people. To our great surprise we were welcomed by none other than The Tenth Doctor. I then jumped at him and gave him a rather bone-crushing hug (and perhaps maybe sniffed his neck in the process notthatI'ddothatifevergiventhechance*cough*--) That done, he informed us - with the help of some flashy props - that the hotel was called The Temporal Paradox Hotel.
Then later on, there was something about a really nice red car, and I thought “please don’t vandalize that, that is such a nice car.” Then the driver/owner of said car went to get some snacks from the reception area where The Doctor (who now looked like Spike from Cowboy Bebop) was hanging out. The guy then forgot one of his chips, so The Doctor raced down after him to give it back, but couldn’t find him anywhere. So The Doctor went back in time to the night before to give the guy back his chips.
Et voila: a temporal paradox. Because if the guy got his snacks from The Doctor already that night, then he wouldn’t have needed to go to the reception in the first place, thereby never meeting The Doctor and so on.
Brain, you rock.
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