The dream started off in Asda. Mother and I had stopped off to get some supplies. While Mother was queueing, I went off to get some apple juice. After searching the whole shop, I couldn’t find any, so I stopped and asked someone who worked there. They told me only ‘premium members’ can get assistance from staff, so I’d have to sign up to the scheme and wait 3 weeks for my card to come through. I decided to leave it and went back to tell Mother why. We bought some chocolate instead and left.

The next bit of the dream requires some explanation. In real life, we recently had a meeting at work with a client. Our friend and former-colleague Kirsty works there. The meeting was with a guy called Richard and while we were there we said hello to the rest of the office, which included a fellow Doctor Who fan called Jess. Last weekend, Kirsty and I went to the Doctor Who Festival and while we were there we got some presents for her two colleagues. Richard got a book, Jess got a DVD. So, on with the dream.

Mak and I were in their office and Kirsty had just given them their presents. Richard was flipping through the book and I told him that it’s a good book (I’ve read it myself). Jess then asked Mak to sign up to a newsletter for some game she was playing. Mak willingly did so while I pointed out to him that he had no idea what he was signing up for. She asked me to sign up to, so out of politeness I did.

After the meeting they offered to drop us home (despite the fact the office is in Stafford and we live in Birmingham). Jess drove whilst I sat in the back and directed her. At one point the conversation turned to the new James Bond film, Spectre. I told them “It’s not great, but it’s still a Bond film.” which I’d apparently heard somewhere. The conversation then turned a little odd, as Jess recalled hearing about an app that tells you when you orgasm. She did a purposely-pathetic impression of someone having an orgasm and said “I”m sure Californians aren’t the only ones that make that noise.”

When we got to my house, I got out. However, I had acquired a load of bags on the way – one of which contained an oboe for some reason – so I struggled to get out. In fact it was more falling out. As I got to my house, I turned to wave goodbye and saw that a bunch of teenagers had gathered around their car and getting very angry. I would’ve helped, but I saw one come towards me, so I ran inside. As I quickly stumbled to try and lock the door, one of them was turning the handle. It was quite a tense scene. I did manage to lock the door though, but soon after protection arrived in the form of a giant creature called Drobo – which is also the name of our storage device at work – who stopped the kids. It was at this point I woke up.