My dream is set in some kind of educational institution which is basically a cross between University and school. At the start of my dream I am in the student union building which is basically a pretty tall tower, and I've just finished eating in a restaurant on one of the lower floors.

Yu Lee wants to meet me and she asked me to meet her on one of the upper floors. I travel upstairs and wait for her.

The top of the building is like a medieval castle, almost as though a castle has been built on top of a modern tower block. I'm outside, and there are walls and towers around me, so although I'm quite high up it's impossible to tell as there is no way to see past the castle walls that surround me.

While I'm waiting for Yu Lee I look up at one of the towers and notice a large brown plant towering above it. I wonder how such a large plant could have gotten there, and wonder if it was planted there on purpose or was just a weed.

After a few minutes Yu Lee turns up and we head off. She tells me that this isn't actually the top floor, and that you can go even higher, inside the castle towers.

We head off an inside one of the towers. There are lots of people everywhere, and I think to myself how the building feels like a self contained city with all of its shops, bars and restaurants and so many people. We head up the tower and emerge into a hallway that must be inside what appeared to be the castle walls from the lower level.

We wander around for a while and it's a lot quieter up here. There are still a few people hanging around, but it feels like a secret place that not many people know about. There are quite a few restaurants up here and we say that we'll have to come back another time for lunch.

A little while later we head outside and are definitely up in what appeared to be the castle ramparts from the previous floor. We walk for a while and I notice a lot of trees and large plants, and then I spot the large brown plant that I was looking at earlier. It's not planted in any soil, and long wooden roots seem to be coming from inside the brickwork and from over the edges of the walls. The entire scene has a magical feeling to it and I feel a sense of wonder at the trees growing so high up in the top of the tower.

The next thing I remember is being in a completely different place. This time I'm outside in a grassy area and we're having a PE lesson. The teacher tells us that we're going to be having an 800 metre running race, and we position ourselves on the track ready to start. I ask the teacher if we just have to do 1 lap and she says "yes".

A couple of seconds later she blows a whistle to start the race and everyone starts running. I'm not running at full pace because I think that 800 metres is quite a long way to sprint, and I want to save some energy for the end of the race, but everyone else accelerates quickly and leaves me behind. As I'm running around I can't believe that the track is really 800 metres long.

I start to accelerate but I can't keep up with the other runners. A few minutes later I cross the finish line in last place. Everyone stops running apart from one other guy who keeps on running and starts a second lap. The teacher tells us that we were supposed to continue, and that we'd only run 400 metres. I protest that she told us to stop after one lap.

Me and Yu Lee are in Spain with my dad and Sue, sitting outside around a table. The weather is nice with a clear blue sky, and the sun is already getting low in the sky.

We're sitting around talking, when all of a sudden I hear a noise, like a jet engine. I can tell that it's really loud but really far away.

My dad says "Watch this, I've seen this loads of times and it's really good," and points towards a spot on the horizon. I look where he's pointing and notice a rocket rising up above the hills and trees in the distance.

The rocket is enormous and red, and as it rises I notice that there were 5 or 7 small white objects attached to it. (I know it was an odd number as one of them was in the centre of the rocket with an equal number of the other white objects on either side.)

The rocket flies straight upwards for a while, and then all of a sudden the white objects detach from it and fly off. I suddenly realise that they are small white vehicles, like miniature versions of the space shuttle.

"They're doing a test flight. Normally they launch these massive satellites into space," my dad explains to me.

The next thing that happens has me in awe. The rocket slows its ascent, and then starts to descend slowly towards the ground. It doesn't turn it's engines off but merely reduces the throttle, and maybe 10 seconds later land back in the same spot that it took off from.

I think I've been reading a little bit too much about SpaceX!

The dream felt very surreal, and I was completely captivated by the rocket.

I am with a group of friends, although they are not people that I know in real life. I think there might be one other male in the group, but the rest are females, and one of them in particular bares a striking resemblance to "Thirteen" from House.

We are out somewhere, in a city, and we spend most of the day hanging out and going shopping. After doing this for a couple of hours, we decide it's time to do what we got together for, which is to get a license to play music at the funeral of one of our friends that died recently.

We go to some kind of government building, and there is a massive queue of people. We join the back of the queue, and the we realise that everyone's queuing to be allowed through a doorway and into another section of the building, where there is another queue. We were queuing to queue!

After a short while we reach the front of the first queue, and then are split into different queues inside. The whole process seems unnecessarily complicated, and surprisingly we are at the front of the queue in no time and heading into an office.

We are split up and interviewed separately. When I go in, the guy who's interviewing me is in his 40s. He starts by asking me why I want the license, so I tell him that I want to play at my friend's funeral, and he asks which instrument I want to play and I tell him that I'm going to play the clarinet. He asks a couple of other questions, and then tells me that I qualify for the license, and all I have to do is pay the licensing fee.

He takes my credit card and slots it into a machine, and then asks me to enter my pin, but the keypad is really strange. It has loads of buttons on it, including all of the letters of the alphabet, but is not laid out like a normal computer keyboard: the keys are not square and are arranged in a series of intersecting circles. The whole keypad is made out of brushed metal and is tricky to use.

I look at the keypad, and after a few seconds I find the part with the numbers. It's similar to the numerical pad on a standard keyboard, but all of the keys are arranged in two concentric circles. I hesitate for a few seconds while I try to remember my pin number.

"Come on, you've taken up enough of my time and are holding up the queue!" the man says to me angrily in a raised voice.

I get really angry at him and basically tell him that if he wants people to be able to enter their pin numbers quickly, he should get a standards keypad!

I eventually manage to enter my pin, and take my card and go outside where the others are waiting. I explain what happened inside, and how I found it surprisingly hard to enter my pin because I don't really know the number, but have memorised the positions of the keys on the pad.

A little while later, I bump into Atta who used to work with me at WorldPay. He moves me away from the rest of the group, and in a quite voice asks me if I can lend him 100 dollars to buy a new mattress. The then explains to me that he wouldn't be able to pay me back immediately, but would pay in instalments over the next few months.

The last thing I remember is thinking that he couldn't be doing to well now that he's started work as a contractor!

I dreamt that I'd been having some work done on the house, and the builders had just finished. I was at home, in the bedroom, and it was raining outside, when all of a sudden I noticed some drips coming from the ceiling.

I got a step ladder and removed a part of the ceiling to investigate, but by the time I'd done that the rain had stopped and the ceiling was no longer dripping. When I opened up the ceiling I found that the build had left some junk behind including a couple of his tools.

I could hear a sound like running water coming from underneath the floorboards in the middle of the room, so I lifted a couple of floorboards to see what was underneath. When I lifted the floorboards I found a pair of pliers and some other random tools there too.

We couldn't find the leak, and were debating spraying the roof with the hosepipe to see if we could get water to come through, but in the end we decided it probably wouldn't be enough water.

I dreamt that I was visiting Dad and Sue in Spain. The first part that I remember was arriving at a bar.

I don't particularly remember getting to the bar, but I'm pretty sure they picked me up from the airport and took me straight there. It also wasn't their regular bar, or even the kind of place that they would normally go to. It seemed more like a hotel with a bar area and several other seating areas too.

When we were sat at the table, someone came in that they knew and they asked us if we were going to something beginning with 'S' (I don't remember the name of it now). My dad was not impressed with the suggestion and ranted a little about why he wouldn't want to go there. I'm not sure what exactly it was but it sounded like some kind of bar.

After the people moved on and found a table, we started talking again. Dad was saying he didn't know what to do for dinner tonight, and Sue said that she didn't want to eat out. Dad said that he didn't have anything in to make dinner and it was a Sunday so everywhere would be closed where we could buy food, so eating out was our only option. Sue was insisting that she didn't want to go out but Dad was telling her that there really was no other option.

Once we'd finished our drinks we left. We walked through one of the other rooms in the bar and there was a round table with about 10 English people sitting around in. They seemed to recognise me and asked me if I was going to the place beginning with 'S' and I thought it sounded interesting. I asked Dad what it was and he told me it was the place we were talking about earlier and that it was awful, so I told them I wasn't going and we left.

When we were outside we had to walk for a while to get home. I was talking about the seaside for some reason so Dad led us on a bit of a detour so that we could go via the sea. We didn't actually go to the beach but it was nice to see the sea.

On the way back home I was moaning about Yu Lee. I was annoyed that we only had one car, and was saying it was annoying when I come here because it means that I don't have a car when I get here. Dad said "you can always borrow our car," and as he was replying I realised what I was saying actually made no sense at all: even if we had two cars I would still have to leave the second car at the airport and rent a car here so it wouldn't help at all!

We arrived at my dad's place, but this was an apartment building instead of the villa he lives in in real life. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I was wearing a suit.

We entered the apartment building and it had a really confusing layout with lots of corridors and staircases. We started to head up towards his apartment, through several corridors and up some staircases. The look and feel of the place where we were had slowly progressed from the usual Spanish rendered concrete apartment building to something a lot more luxurious and old-fashioned: the area we were in now had lots of woodwork, with dark wooden panels on the walls and staircases with traditional wooden banisters.

As I walked up a flight of stairs I came to a section that was really narrow. The whole area was made of wood and you had to kind of turn sideways and squeeze through a very narrow doorway. I couldn't quite fit, and I felt that my suit was too cumbersome to be able to move into the right position.

I looked round and Dad and Sue were waiting at the bottom of the stairway I'd just climbed, with a look on their faces that said "And that's why we never go that way!"

I walked back down to them and we went a different way. Then things got really weird.

Suddenly Sue was my aunt Mandy, and we were walking up another narrow staircase. My dad was behind me and Mandy (or Sue?) was behind him. All of a sudden she started trying to kiss him, and then she leaned right in and was really kissing him. She put her hand out to lean onto something and it landed on the back of my leg, so that she was kind of leaning on me. I found the whole situation pretty uncomfortable so I hurried up and continued up the stairs, but she was leaning on my leg harder than I'd realised so she fell over forwards and landed on my dad.

"Ow Steve, I was leaning on you!" she shrieked at me as I hurried onwards towards the apartment.

This is the last thing I remember before waking.

Me and Yu Lee are on holiday in Spain. We're outside and wandering around some kind of Spanish city.

We're talking about something, when Yu Lee makes a remark about keep hearing voices in her head. I start to get a little bit worried and tell her that it's not right to hear voices, but she reassures me that it's nothing, and says that she can't hear them say anything in particular, and that it just sounds like a lot of people talking at the same time. She also tells me that she doesn't hear them all of the time, and that it comes and goes.

I suddenly have a flashback to a conversation we had earlier. Yu Lee was telling me about her work (she must have still worked at Babraham in my dream) and said that she had to do a presentation, but she had this voice in her head telling her to get some of the other employees to do it for her. She said it was stupid because she had no choice but to do it herself, and they obviously wouldn't do her work for her.

I remind Yu Lee that she'd told me this, and she still says that it's harmless.

"Do you know what they call it when you have voices in your head Yu Lee?" I ask her getting more and more anxious.

"I know" she replies, but I interject:

"Schizophrenia!"

I am starting to get upset now and keep on having a go at her.

"It's okay at the moment while you can't hear exactly what they're saying, but you've already had them giving you instructions, and what happens when they're constantly telling you 'You're shit, Yu Lee, you might as well just kill yourself'?"

I was going somewhere, probably Spain, and on my flight something weird was going to be happening. Someone was going to be taking the same flight as me, but for some reason she was going to be outside the plane on its wing.

Apparently this was something that had been done before. The girl would be strapped to the wing, and would have a large, round tarpaulin on top of her, like a flat tent strapped onto the wing. She was also going to have a couple of dogs with her.

I was talking to someone about this as I boarded the plane, and they said that it should be perfectly safe as long as she stays under the tarpaulin and doesn't lift the edges. They went on to tell me that someone had tried to do it with chickens before, but the chickens got curious and tried to crawl out from under the edge of the tarpaulin, causing the a gap in the edge. The air got under the edge and ripped it off of the plane along with the passenger and all the rest of their chickens.

A little while later we are sitting in our seats and the plane is about to take off. I'm right at the front of the plane and I have a window facing forwards, and I can see the nose of the plane emerging from the bottom of my view out the window. This is obviously nothing like a normal passenger jet!

We take off and start to fly. We are following the path of a river and still flying quite low, and there are large hills on either side of us. There's an announcement from the cockpit saying that we've taken off and are about to fly to cruising altitude.

The pilot suddenly increases the throttle and we can feel the plane accelerate, and the nose lifts slightly but we are not ascending very steeply. We're still in the valley between the hills and I can see that the tops of the hills are above the level of the plane.

As we're flying, we're approaching the mouth of the river and I can see the ocean out in front. The plane starts to turn and I start to think that I'll feel safer when we don't have these hills on either side of us.

All of sudden, something happens and the plane starts to turn very quickly, and nose starts to point down towards the water. The nose then touches the river and the plane spins very quickly, and I can suddenly see the tail of the plane outside the window, so I know that the plane has broken in half. Within seconds we have crashed into the shallow water at the foot of the hills.

After a brief pause, I realise what has happened. The first thing I think of is the girl on the wing of the plane, and when I look out of the window her tarpaulin is gone.

The next thing that crosses my mind is how softly the plane crashed into the ground. Although the plane jolted and broke in half, no-one on my side of the plane seems to be hurt and there is no fire or smoke anywhere.

I get up and start to move towards the exit, but then I decide that I'm not going anywhere without my rucksack. I walk back towards my seat and one of the cabin crew tells me to leave it, but I say that I'm not going anywhere without it and retrieve it from the overhead locker.

I definitely got off the plane, with my rucksack, but I don't remember anything else from this dream.

I dreamt that I had a very large fish tank in my house, with a couple of large fish in it which I think might have been rays. The tank was a couple of metres long and must have held hundreds of litres of water.

I was doing a water change, and I'd already siphoned out the waste water and was just topping it back up. As I was filling the tank with water I suddenly noticed that the floor was very wet, and when I looked down at the tank the "glass" has warped and bent away from the tank, making a gap where the water could get out. The glass looked like a thin sheet of plastic due to the way it was curving inside the tank, away from the bottom.

I called Yu Lee in to help me and I was very stressed as water was going everywhere. We eventually managed to bend the glass back and stop the leak.

I was explaining to Yu Lee how I hated the fish tank because it was a bit broken, and although it was watertight if I left it alone, I had to be really careful each time I did a water change otherwise the seal would break and make a mess.

I continued to do my water change, but this time I made sure the flow of water into the tank was a lot slower.