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I dreamed what seems to have been a horrific movie version of Cordwainer Smith's Scanners Live In Vain starring John Simm, and featuring a combination wheelchair and VW bug and a glass coffin-cum-suicide box. There were inhuman foes disguised as people, contact with whom required decontamination in something like an autoclave, which of course messed you up terribly. (There was also a lot of the usual rubbish about labyrinthine shopping centres and so on.)