I dreamt that a foreign guy was with us. I had no idea where he was from and I'm not 100% sure why he was with us, but I had a vague idea that there was some kind of event on, like the Olympics, and we had been enrolled to take him out to welcome him to England. All we had to do was to take him to a nice restaurant.

Looking at the guy it was difficult to tell if he was European or Asian: he kind of looked half way in between. He didn't really speak English and had a thick accent that was very similar at times to a Spanish accent. As he didn't speak the same language as us he obviously didn't speak much, but he did say a few words, and a couple of times when he had to say something with a number in it he would write the number out on a piece of paper and show it to us whilst saying it very slowly. Every time he showed us the numbers they looked as if they'd been typed.

We had pork knuckle as the starter, and I don't remember the main course but we also had a bottle of wine. When it was time to go the waiter gave him the bill and he wrote the total on a bit of paper, which he held up to show us and once again it looked like it had been typed.

"Nine-thousand two-hundred and fifty-four euros" he said looking a little bit unsure.

The bit of paper said £410 on it, so I said very slowly and clearly "No, it's four-hundred and ten pounds."

He repeated it to me, correctly this time, and I asked Yu Lee how it could possibly cost so much. She told me to add it up, so I did it out loud:

"One-hundred for the pork knuckle; one-hundred for the wine; two-hundred for the main course. Ok, that does seem right."

We paid the bill and the foreign guy stayed there looking nervous. As I'd thought his accent seemed a bit Spanish I asked him "¿Hablas Español?"

He looked at me blankly and told me that he didn't understand. Then I asked him where he was from and he said some country that I'd never heard of. I didn't want to make him repeat himself as he was finding it hard to speak English so I made out like I understood.

When I woke up this morning, I was dreaming about visiting my Spanish friend, Estefanía, in Lanzarote. The stupid thing is that she is not even from Lanzarote: she is from Tenerife. She is also living in England.

I went to Lanzarote with Yu Lee, and I'm pretty sure there was at least on other person travelling with us, possibly my brother, Bob. When we got there we waited for Estefanía and it was raining. I remember thinking "Every time I come to Lanzarote it rains" which is not true as I've been there once (as an adult) and it was sunny the whole time.

When we met Estefanía she took us to her parents' house, but then she had to go an do something so she left us there. In the meantime her mum and brothers arrived at the house. I went to the hallway to greet them.

"Hola."

Her mum looked at me and smiled and replied "Hola."

Then I came back into the living room, and her brothers came in too. There were loads of them and they were all very young.

"Hola." I said again, this time her youngest brother replied in perfect English.

"Hi. We don't really speak Spanish, we prefer to speak English."

"¿Por qué?" I asked. "Why?"

"Porque (because) it's a more useful language than Spanish." (or words to that effect)

Later Estefanía arrived and I went outside with her, and we were alone in the garden. I told her (in Spanish) that I thought it was strange that her brothers didn't speak any Spanish.

That's the last thing I remember before waking up.

Another weird thing about this dream is that the island didn't look at all like Lanzarote: it was green and forested, with English style buildings and no mountains anywhere.