Like many dreams I've had before, I'm living in some kind of shared accommodation, similar to the halls of residence at a university. I can't remember many details about the events in the start of my dream, but I remember this spatula made out of mirror. I have no idea what it was for but it was highly reflective and had some slight patches of tarnish on it.

A while later, I am in my room and I decide I want to go and get the spatula so that I can look at the tarnished spots under a microscope. Harry Amies from my work is living in the same accommodation block as me and for some reason I think he has the spatula.

I go to his room to ask him for it. The door is closed so I knock on it, and without even waiting for a reply I push the door open. I actually gave it some thought and thought that many times in the past I'd knocked and waited and he always seemed like he wanted me to just come in.

When I pushed open the door, Harry was sitting up on his bed, leaning against the wall and wrapped in a blanket, sleeping. He opened his eyes and I realised I'd woken him up (despite it being in the middle of the day).

I suddenly felt really bad and apologised profusely. That's the last thing that happened before I woke up.