Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Time asleep exactly matches time in our dream world,

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

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

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

Unless we just die.

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

So you're something different.

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

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

you chose this world .

You need to leave this planet.

Are these jokes wasted on you?

Maybe you need a little sleep.

What's she doing?

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

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

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

Oh ! I think the baby's starting .

There's something that doesn't make sense.

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

Star burning cold? Do me a favour!

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

OK, it's not coming.

Can we not do the running thing?

I just want him.

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

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

Would you really give him up for a bumbling country doctor

What happened to them?

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.

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

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

You said everyone here lives to their 90s.

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

if you fall asleep here, several dozen angry pensioners

It feeds on everything dark in you.

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

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

But that's not a problem.

I bet they mean something.

and we could still be in Upper Leadworth,