I’m in a foreign country with some people who are friends (but I don’t know them in real life). We stop to look into a house window and inside it looks nice – curved walls with colourful mosaics. As we enter a friendly man invites us in and we see a menu. The food looks nice and is cheap so we order some. All my friends jump into their bar stools but I can’t get onto mine. I try and try and finally manage to get onto it but now I’m in the middle of the floor away from the tables. I then edge the stool forward by swinging it from one leg to the other. As I do I bump into the friendly man, he laughs. I’m laughing too now as it’s so funny. My friends look embarrassed about me having such difficulty but I see the funny side to it and wake up laughing in my sleep. I feel it is a good dream.