Had a fannish dream last night which involved the Eleventh Doctor and Jack Harkness running around my house as it looked when I was very young. At one point there was a plan to use one TARDIS to tow another, non-working TARDIS (which was a police box literally up on cement blocks) to a repair facility.
Even in my subconscious, fezzes are cool.
Later I ended up a student back in a particular school I've never seen in real life, but often attend in dreams. Upon waking I can never remember all that much about those particular dreams, though I think during each one I remember the events of the previous ones again, and there is a sense of some continuity and narrative between them.