I'm at work. I don't think it's exactly WorldPay, but based on some of the things I'm talking about it definitely has aspects of WorldPay.

It's Friday afternoon and no one feels like working, so we're just kind of hanging out. There are a group of us sitting around talking, and although I don't remember the whole conversation, I do remember talking about how stupid it is that everyone is just hanging out and not doing work, but we have to stay here and can't just go home. I definitely mention that it's not like that when you work for yourself, although in the dream I clearly haven't left my job yet which seems a little bit inconsistent.

At some point the conversation changes and we talk about speaking Spanish. I was talking about what I do when I don't know a word, and how I can get by either by describing it in a bit of a long winded way, or just by saying the English word. I also talk about how Atta and Kedar do the same when they are talking Hindi/Urdu, how sometimes you hear them suddenly slip in an English word, even though they are both native speakers.

Two of the people I am talking to get up and walk away. I'm not sure if they're a couple, but there seems to be something going on between them and I leave them to it. I want to go with them but I don't want them to feel like I'm following them around. The remaining member of the group starts to sing gently but I'm not listening because I'm deep in thought.

Suddenly I snap out of it and mentally process what he was singing:

Déjala pasar
Corriente vital
Somos luces que se cruzan y se quitan no se dan

"Ah you know Ojos de Brujo?" I say excitedly (literally "Eyes of the Sorcerer"; a Spanish band).

The next thing I remember is leaving work to come home. My work is in the city centre, and the journey home is definitely not a typical journey home through Cambridge! The streets seem to be a bit more dodgy with lots of people hanging around.

It's just starting to get dark when I leave, and I decide to walk back home 'the Histon Road way', which makes very little sense if I live the same place as real life as there isn't really a logical route here via Histon Road. The first area I walk through seems to be an area with lots of Indian and Pakistani people around, which is odd because Cambridge doesn't really have areas with lots of one ethnic group. It seems a lot more like Slough where I grew up.

The people in the street are all wearing woolly hats, and I remember thinking that it's silly because it's the middle of summer and it's really hot! As I quickly walk through this area, the people are often standing in my way and not keen to move and let me past. I feel a little bit intimidated as there are a lot of people everywhere, hanging around, and I feel like an outsider. I remember thinking "I'm not coming home this way again!"

The next area I come to seems a bit like a high street, with a wide open pedestrianised area and lots of shops. I'm approaching a pub that I think is a bit dodgy, but I can't think of the name of it. In my head I'm saying "I know it's not called this, but I keep wanting to call it 'The Good Companion'." I'm pretty sure that was the name of a pub in Slough too.

When I walk past the pub, there is a little stall in the middle of the street (which is pedestrianised) which sells newspapers. The stall is closed and a homeless man is laying on the floor, leaning against the stall. As I get closer I realise he has a dog with him which is asleep, and he's drinking beer out of a plastic cup. Again I think to myself that I'll avoid this route home in future because it's not very nice!

I am with my work people, going to some kind of team lunch in a restaurant. As we walk there I am having a conversation with Carlos in Spanish, but for some reason Atta keeps butting in in English. He seems to be able to understand what we are talking about as he keeps saying things that are relevant to the conversation, but I ignore him and continue the conversation with Carlos in Spanish.

The main thing I remember talking about is a piano at Carlos' house. He tells me that it is an American piano, and I ask him if he plays it or not. He says that he doesn't as it is too complicated and I ask him whether it is the keyboard that he finds complicated and he says "no". I tell him that American pianos can be more complicated because they are often electric and he says that this one is not electric. I say that they tend to be more complicated than normal pianos with lots of extra "knobs and buttons", even the wooden ones. The conversation doesn't make a lot of sense really!

When we arrive at the restaurant there is a room with a drinks fridge and everyone is looking in it to choose their drinks. I look through it and there is some lemon liquor that looks out of place. For some reason I say that I can't choose my drink until we know where we are sitting.

I wait for everyone else to stop looking at the fridge and then we all go to find a table to sit at. As soon as we sit down I say "I need a drink" and then I get back up and squeeze past everyone to go back to the drinks fridge again to choose a drink!

This is the last thing I remember before waking up.

I am at work (at WorldPay). I am sitting on a row of desks that is much longer than the row that I normally sit on and Jon L is opposite me to my left and Nicholas P is opposite me and two desks along to my right. We are not really doing any work but are sitting around talking.

Jon is talking about last night (it may have been several nights ago). For some reason he was staying in a hotel on a business trip and a woman from another room had asked him to meet with her. Jon went back to her room but says nothing happened. I asked if he told his wife (Jon is not married in real life but lives with his girlfriend) and he says that he did and that's why he spent the night on the couch.

Nicholas and Atta are standing up now opposite me and say they are going for tea, and ask if anyone fancies one. I say that I'll come but I get the feeling they don't want me to.

I walk round to their side of the desk and they are discussing what appears to be a personal project. One of them has their own laptop in from home and they have something up on the screen, which I think is what they are talking about. The screen has a dark background with bright coloured blobs on it.