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Had a dream last night in which Daniel and some friends and I were trapped in a house and had to defend ourselves from a horde of attacking Cybermen. It was actually quite a scary dream - there were moments when I was convinced that I was going to die, or at least be processed into an emotionless cyborg.

However, my most distinct memory of the dream is of turning to Daniel while we were lashing together some improvised weaponry out of ordinary household appliances, and saying, "You know, this would have been so much easier back in the days when they were allergic to gold."