Last night...

... I dreamed I was the Tenth Doctor, and someone had stolen my TARDIS.  So Jack Harkness and I (only I think it was actually John Barrowman, not Jack Harkness) tracked down a local scientist who could help us:  Doctor Emmett Brown.  We promptly borrowed/stole the DeLorean and drove off into the past.

Why can't all my dreams be like this?