In my dream we are on holiday in China, although it's more like it's "supposed" to be China but most aspects of it are really like Spain. I'm on holiday with Yu Lee and Ai Seng, and for some reason I have gone off on my own. I think I bumped into someone and started having a conversation in Spanish and they told me that they would meet me in the main square.

I talk to a Spanish lady on a boat in the river for a while. After a couple of minutes I feel like I should go back and meet up with the others so I make an excuse and leave, but on my way back I bump into someone else and have another conversation, until I make another excuse and leave again.

When I make it back to the square I easily find Ai Seng and Yu Lee and they are doing something, looking at the buildings and taking notes. I tell them that I ended my conversation by saying that I had to meet with Ai Seng for dinner.

The next thing I remember is going to get some dim sum. The others tell me that there are two places that sell excellent dumplings, and that they both sell exactly the same dumplings but one of them is significantly cheaper than the other. I ask why there's such a difference in price and they tell me that one place is basically posher and knows how to sell them better.

We enter the cheaper of the two dim sum restaurants and it's massive inside, more like a banquet hall than a restaurant. I don't remember seeing Ai Seng or Yu Lee for the rest of the dream, but there is a man with me and a couple of other boys who I assume are his sons.

At the front of the hall is a stage, and on the stage is a man with a microphone and a couple of other guys who I assume are just people visiting the restaurant. The guy with the microphone gives some dumplings to the other men and then asks them what they think of them. The men both say that the dumplings are delicious, and the host asks them if they are as good as the other dim sum restaurant. The whole thing seems really uncomfortable and I think to myself, "no wonder this restaurant is cheaper than the other one." The whole thing is a farce and makes the restaurant appear cheap and tacky.

While we are waiting in the queue the man who's with us starts to get agitated, saying that we look scruffy and that it's disrespectful to the locals. His sons have long hair and he makes them tie it up and makes them tuck their t-shirts into their trousers. He comes up to me and starts tucking my hair in behind my ears and trying to "neaten" me up.

By now he's getting really angry and a lot of the other people in the restaurant are looking at us. I look around and don't think the other people are particularly smart and can't understand why he's being like this.

Next he tries to make me tuck my t-shirt into my trousers and I finally snap and get really angry. I flick my hair out from behind my ears and put it back how it was at the start and ask him why he's doing this. I tell him that we all look ridiculous with our hair and t-shirts tucked in, and that nobody is dressed particularly smartly or cares how we are dressed.

At that moment a waiter walks past so I get his attention and ask him what the dress code is. He looks at me, with a distinctly "not amused" expression on his face and says "do whatever this man wants please, so that he can shut up."

I turn to the man who's with us again and raise my voice a little, arguing about why he always does this. I feel very frustrated that he gets so angry about silly things like this.

At this point I woke up with my heart pounding.