I dreamt that I went to Paul Weller's house, he had this mansion in Spain. He showed me round for a bit then called me a wanker and accused me of snooping round his house. There was a really awkward moment when I defended myself, and then he sat me down at a desk to do something for him. He was giving me the instructions when I interrupted and said "No, not doing it. I think you're an egotistical twat."
He stood up and escorted me outside like a nightclub bouncer.