Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK, it's not coming.

What's she doing?

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

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

Time asleep exactly matches time in our dream world,

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

Star burning cold? Do me a favour!

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

Are these jokes wasted on you?

You need to leave this planet.

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

Maybe you need a little sleep.

I just want him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you're something different.

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

There's something that doesn't make sense.

Can we not do the running thing?

Oh ! I think the baby's starting .

Would you really give him up for a bumbling country doctor

and we could still be in Upper Leadworth,

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

You said everyone here lives to their 90s.

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

What happened to them?

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

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

you chose this world .

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

But that's not a problem.

It feeds on everything dark in you.

I bet they mean something.

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

Unless we just die.

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

if you fall asleep here, several dozen angry pensioners

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