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 only remember a very small fraction of this dream, and I didn't remember that upon waking, but it came back to me a few minutes afterwards when I was laying in bed.

I'm pretty sure that most of this dream was about Zen. I think we were trying to play a computer game together but one of us was always busy. The only specific part that I remember was the following:

I am in London, at Ai Seng's house. Zen is staying there too and for some reason I had asked Zen if I could borrow a watch. He gave me a red Arsenal watch that was pretty strange. It was a big red plastic rectangular watch, and it had 2 watch faces side by side. The one on the left showed the current time and the one of the right seemed to be stuck on a certain time.

I went for a nap, and when I woke up I wasn't sure if it was the afternoon and I'd just woken from a nap, of if it was the evening and I'd just woken up in the night.

I look at the watch and it says that the time is about 1 o'clock which I think doesn't make sense as I remember going to sleep in the mid afternoon.

I ask Zen "Is it AM or PM?" and he says that it's PM. For some reason I think that this means it has gone past midnight and I tell him that I can't understand how I slept until this late.

Zen takes a look at the watch and tells me that I am looking at the wrong face. He explains that I have been looking at the face on the right which is for keeping track of the score of a football match, and demonstrates that pressing one of the buttons causes one of the hands on that face to advance. As I look down at the watch I realise that the left face says 6 o'clock which makes a lot more sense!

I only really remember the very last scene of this dream, and even that is a little vague.

We are at work. We are having problems with a tool that we use (although I don't think the tool even exists in real life) and I am helping people with the problem. It seems that the tool is no longer updated and there is an incompatibility with the latest version of Ubuntu.

There are 2 version of this tool: one version is a program that runs on Ubuntu, and the other is a web based tool. As a workaround I suggest using the web based version.

I don't remember who I was helping initially, or if I was just getting it working on my PC, but once I am done I go to see Carlos and help him with his computer. Right when I'm at the last step the new DBA ends up watching me so that he can fix his computer too.

The very last problem that I have on Carlos' PC is something that is not working right on the web version. I explain that it is something to do with the way that his browser handles SVGs, and the DBA asks what the point is in SVGs anyway, and why you wouldn't just use a normal image. I ask if he wants a basic demonstration of SVG and at that moment Chris Beard hears me and says something like "Oooo I want to see what this is all about too." He comes over so now there is quite a crowd around the desk.

I think about showing them my sleep chart (the chart on this website) as that is implemented using SVG, but I decide that I don't really fancy explaining my sleep pattern to this particular group of people, so I load up the online tool that we were trying to use. I click on 'view source' and find the bit with the source for the SVG, but it is very strange and confusing and doesn't look like it should. I tell them that this is a bad example, and that I will show them my site instead as it is a lot cleaner.

I go to my site, and am just about to click through to my sleep chart when I wake up to the alarm.

Throughout the dream I have a vague recollection that nothing on the computer was working properly. Every time I would try something it would not seem to work and it would take me several attempts to get it right.

I remember 1 fragment from an early part of the dream, and then the last part of the dream. My memory of the fragment is very vague.

We are out trekking somewhere in the UK. I don't remember anything about the walk outwards, but I remember a fragment of the walk back.

We come out into a very pretty area that is very green and quite secluded with trees all around. We've definitely walked through this area on the first part of our walk but it was not so pretty then. The first time I have a vague recollection of it being a muddy swamp, but now the ground is green with grass and moss and is covered with tree roots and large rocks. The area is flooded with a layer of crystal clear water so that pools form between the roots and rocks, and people are sitting on some of the rocks with their trousers rolled up and their legs in the water.

As we wade through someone says something like "look at the little frogs" so I look at the water and sure enough I see there are hundreds of tiny little frogs sitting in the pools.

The main thing I remember is thinking how beautiful this place is, and that it is very different from the previous time we had passed through it.

I very vaguely remember arriving back at the house although I have no idea whose house it is. I'm sure that we were staying over at the house because we had a lot of stuff with us, and when we got there there were a lot of people in the living room, and it was difficult to squeeze past with all of our bags.

The next thing that I remember is the last part of the dream. We are sat around a dining table and there are quite a few people there. Ben H from my work (WorldPay) is there, and someone's mum is there too.

At some point I look down at the jumper I'm wearing and I notice that is has started to go mouldy. I take it off so that it can dry out and I continue chatting with the people around the table, but then I notice that every time I look at the jumper it is more mouldy.

After a while I look at it again, and this time the mould has grown into what looks like some kind of pond plant with lots of big round fuzzy leaves. We talk about how strange it is that the mould is growing so quickly and so big, and we can't work out what is going on.

At some point I decide to get all of the rest of my jumpers out of my bag to see if they have gone mouldy too and sure enough they have. Each jumper has a different and highly distinctive type of mould on it, and each time that I check each jumper more mould has grown.

I have already described the first jumper. Another on has a different looking mould, with stems and leaves in bunches of 5 with each leaf being long and thin with jagged edges and lots of fine hairs growing out of it. Another jumper has lots of tiny red crystals on it, and the other jumper has weird plasticy looking things on it that look like fake gem stones and small fake stones.

Ben picks up the jumper and touches the plasticy growths and comments that they look like "posh beads".

The whole time I keep looking at all of the jumpers and thinking how strange they look, and how odd it is that the mould is growing so quickly, and that it is strange that they have gone mouldy in the first place. Lots of things are going through my head and I have a feeling that something isn't quite right, but I just can't put my finger on it.

After a long time, a through suddenly pops into my head: "Maybe I'm dreaming!?"

At that instant I immediately wake up.

Extra

I have just remembered another part of the dream. At one point the mother of the house goes out into the garden and comes back in with a plant. It is a piece that she has cut from a rose bush, and it also has bunches of 5 long leaves on a bramble-like stem. She compares it to one of the moulds and we cannot understand how the mould looks identical to the rose bush!

I am at the airport. I have already been through security and have had my rucksack x-rayed, and now I am in a queue to board the plane.

Eventually I get to the front of the queue and the security guard asks me to stand with my legs open and my arms out. He frisks me down and when he gets to my pockets he finds something and stops.

"Can you empty your pockets please sir?" he asks me.

I put my hand in my left pocket and to my surprise I find a pocket knife. I pull it out and hand it to him.

"What's this?" he asks.

"A knife!" I reply.

"Why do you have this? What's it for?"

"It's just a general knife."

"You know I can't just let you carry a knife onto the plane don't you?"

"I've taken it on the plane before and it's never been a problem."

The knife is stainless steel, with a textured handle and about a 3 inch blade. In the dream I am sure that I have taken it on a plane before.

"What happens now?" I ask him.

"You'll have to put it in your hand luggage. If you'd just like to step out of the queue then we can deal with this."

I step out of the queue and feel annoyed as all of the other passengers move past me. I start to argue with the security guard.

"But surely I could just take it out of my hand luggage anyway!"

"I'm sorry sir, but that's the rules. Please put the knife in your hand luggage..."

I didn't remember this dream upon waking, but a fragment of it came back to me shortly after getting up.

I dreamt that we saw Zen and he said he had a job cleaning up vomit from norovirus sufferers. It sounded like he worked in a large building, possibly the university and would get called out whenever someone vomited to clean it up and limit the spread of the infection. He told me that some people were "sick" as in "sick in the head" and would purposefully go to place to vomit where lots of people were likely to come into contact with it. He said a very common place for them to be sick was in doorways inside the building so that people would have to walk through it and possible become infected.

I am at work, but there are a lot of elements from school here. In my dream I know that I am going out with Yu Lee, but for some reason I am searching for more female friends. I have decided that I want to go to the cinema with a girl but I am finding it difficult to ask them because I don't have the confidence to ask a random girl to the cinema.

Somehow I arrange to go to a film with a girl, and before the film starts I want to get a beer and a burger. I got into a fast food shop and ask how much it is for a beer and a burger, and they tell me that it is £7.49. I order one and they start to make the burger, but then I change my mind and say that it is too expensive and ask how much it is for just the burger. They say it would be £55 and that they had to put the prices up for burgers without beer. I say that there is no way I'm paying £55 for a burger and the guy is clearly annoyed as has already made it, but I stand my ground and complain about how they can't force people to buy a beer with their burger if they don't want to.

When I come back outside, the girl is gone already so I start to look around for her. At this point Jon (my manager) arrives even though he is supposed to be having the day off. I tell him that I am on my lunch break as I want to go to the cinema and he can't believe that I'm taking my lunch break at 9:00am to see a movie.

At this point several things are going through my head. I am worried that Jon might think that I told him I was taking an early lunch just because he came in, and that I was just going to try to get away with spending the whole day at the cinema instead of working. I also think about how my lunch break will be over by 10:00am and then the afternoon will be 6 hours long with no break, and that time will drag on for ages. In the end I give in and decide to take a normal lunch break and not see the film.

In the last part of the dream I am walking through a corridor when a group of people walk in from outside. There are some security guards, Jeremy H (from Jagex) and Humza Quereshi (my real life arch nemesis from when I was at school!). For some reason security are taking Humza into a cubicle / office.

Jeremy turns to me and says something like "Go easy on him, he's your friend" and Humza is asking me for help. I say "He's not my friend, he's a prick" and he objects.

The security guards start to interview Humza: "What is the impediment?" I feel that he has done something serious.

Humza starts to ramble on, saying confusing things that don't directly answer their questions. He is being filmed and his face is on a monitor, and as he speaks, after a second or so a transcript of what he's saying appears on the screen as subtitles.