Vans (night of 03/09/2013 - or possibly the next morning (I slept rather late))

There has been some kind of apocalypse or global disaster which has necessitated us to move house. I am still sharing a house with Andy, but the house appears to be a cross between 136 London Road and 33 Woodstock Drive. We have hired out some kind of spacecraft to take us to our next house. This is forgotten as the dream progresses - along with the apocalypse - and becomes a dream about a normal house move instead.
The van, as the spacecraft becomes, is parked in the front drive. I remember looking out of my window onto Woodstock Drive from my teenage bedroom - other sections of the house resemble London road more.
There is a lot of stuff to pack. All has been left to the last minute. General anxiety-dream overtones. Searching behind things for folded up boxes. Realising there are many boxes in the attic, but we don't have access to the attic because we do not have a ladder. Trying to fix what boxes we do have with sellotape. Dad turns up and expresses justifiable disapproval that fixing things with sellotape will not be strong enough.
Nonetheless we begin to pack things in the van. I think it will be safe if I leave the keys in the ignition as we all go back in the house for more stuff. This proves to be a mistake. I look out of my bedroom window and see the van drive off up the street. The van stops, and a child, or some kind of small animal, get out. There is some confusion, as there is another similar van on the street, but, no... The truth must be faced - I have let the van be stolen.
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Someone has given us a van. I am not sure who - or rather, cannot remember in waking life. Also, despite the fact that this dream centres around a van, does not seem to have anything in common with the above dream, which also centres about a van, so I have treated it as a separate dream.
The person who has given us the van is an older gentleman, related to us through marriage. I say 'us' and by 'us' I mean my family - well, the Hermolle side of it anyway. Various aunts turn up through the dream to take turns in driving the van.
The van is a luxury van, and is very expensive. In the van there is a laminated piece of paper the older gentleman has left extolling the virtues of the van; 'once you have driven this, you will not want to drive anything else ever again'. On this laminated paper, or laminated series of papers, are a number of cartoon like illustration - faces, and woodcut style places - a windmill seems to be one of them.
Driving down roads with various aunts, including my aunt Ruth. Two children are in the way of the van. They are gently nudged aside.
Driving down London Road hill in Worcester - the road is narrow, deep and shadowy.
I have a sudden feeling that the van wa sin fact given to me, and then wasn't because I cannot drive. I thin k that I could actually drive, because I have a driving license, even if I have not driven for nearly twenty years.