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I was staying at a hostel like the one I was at a few weeks ago, although my High School Maths teacher was incharge and he lent me his credit card which looked exaclty like the Boots loyalty cards. I was out in Chester but the rows were old fashioned victorian market stalls and as I was paying for some bread a boy stole the credit card and a necklace from me. The rest of the dream was very action film like and was all about finding this boy and getting back the card, we tried to trick him by showing lots of cards that looked the same and hoping he would get the wrong one thinking it was ours, but we knew which was ours as it said 7090 on the back. I was in America for some reason and needed to call the Police but I did not know whether 999 would work so I spent a while debating with someone in altrincham ice rink car park what was right, 911 or 999 We managed to get the necklace back but the way we got the card back was quite sad, there was an old man (<PERSON>'s grandfather - doctor who) to be precise and he gave up his life and befriended the boy and took him out a window which was where they threw all the waste and tar onto the streets, and they both got coated in something which essentially froze them, killing them both, except when I was getting the card back I realised that although the old man was dead but the boy was alive, but could not move anything other than his eyes because the tar had set and he soon died because he could not breathe. At the time it was really action film like but quite morbid looking back haha, and it was all in victorian times too which was strange with the boy being dressed like something from <PERSON>