Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

What's she doing?

You need to leave this planet.

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

After all I've done for the over-70s in this village.

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

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

Time asleep exactly matches time in our dream world,

if you fall asleep here, several dozen angry pensioners

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

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

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

and we could still be in Upper Leadworth,

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

Unless we just die.

Are these jokes wasted on you?

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

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

You said everyone here lives to their 90s.

Star burning cold? Do me a favour!

What happened to them?

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

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

So you're something different.

But that's not a problem.

Let's divide you three up, so I can have a little chat with our lovely companion.

- We were driven from our pl... - Planet by upstart neighbours.

Would you really give him up for a bumbling country doctor

OK, it's not coming.

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

I bet they mean something.

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

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

It feeds on everything dark in you.

you chose this world .

There's something that doesn't make sense.

Maybe you need a little sleep.

Oh ! I think the baby's starting .

If we could divide up, then we'd have an active presence in each world,

I just want him.

Can we not do the running thing?