I don't remember much of this dream, but I do remember the end in detail.

In this dream, it feels like we are celebrating something, like it's Christmas or something. I've been hanging out with my friends all day. There is a university feel to things.

The bit I remember is at the end of the dream, and I am going to meet one of my friends who has invited me round to his house in the evening. I'm pretty sure that him and his girlfriend are both poets, and they don't seem to have the greatest social skills on the planet. I remember thinking that I am going around to their house with one of my friends, and thinking that it would normally seem unlikely that someone like my friend would ever socialise with these people.

I also remember talking to his wife on the phone, and saying that we were going to come round tonight. She said something like "He said he's got the next week off and isn't doing anything. He would have told me if we were having people round."

I remember two parts at the end of the dream. First of all I remember cycling to his house, but then getting half way and seeing someone I knew in the street. I stopped to talk to them, and then I realised that I'd left my bag at home, so I had to cycle all of the way home to get it.

The second part I remember was being somewhere with my friend that was supposed to be coming with me. Mostly it seemed like we were at my house, although I'm pretty sure that there was a car park outside.

My friend said it was time to go to the poets' house, so I got up to leave. He walked out of the door ahead of me, and I put on my flip flops and stepped outside, but then I realised it was getting cold outside and decided to put on some trainers. I grabbed my trainers, but then I realised I needed some socks, so I went to my sock draw and looked for some trainer socks. When I unrolled the socks, one of them was a trainer sock, and the other one was a normal sock, so I went back to the sock draw and found another pair. This time they were both trainer socks, but when I put them on I realised they were inside out.

By this time I'd been getting my shoes on for a while, and I started to think maybe my friend would have gotten bored of waiting for me. Then I looked out the front door at the car park, and thought "Maybe he has his car and didn't tell me: then this would all be a waste of time!"

I took my socks off and turned them inside out (or rather so that they weren't inside out) and tried to put them on my feet, but now they were sweaty and stuck to my feet, and it was hard to get them on. I was beginning to feel really frustrated that something so simple was turning into something so difficult.

This is the last thing I remember.