I had a strange dream about being in Spain with my Dad. Lucía's house was also in Spain (she is Spanish I suppose) and I remember that her daughter was talking to me and was sad that I was moving, which is strange because this is a recurring dream and she never actually speaks to me in real life.

I also dreamt that my Dad ran out of wine, and if we took wine bottles full of grape juice to the bar they would turn it into wine for us.