So DH and I were tourists in some Spanish-speaking country, I think it was Mexico, and we were just out walking about to see what there was to see. Had to be a fairly large city, there were huge hotels in the Norte Americano style (likely because that's all I know) and many smaller stores, but none that I specifically saw that I recognised as being part of a "chain" like Walgreens or whatever.
So we're out wandering, no destination in mind, and "Hey! Used bookstore! Invade!" And the owner is an import from Kansas. DH is all, "Hey where's the restroom and can you scare me up some books in English while I'm in there?" and we're going through the shelves grabbing a few for him -- and he comes out looking sheepish, he's walked his feet raw and not noticed again. I inform him he is waiting there while I go get the kit from our room, then I get a bit turned around and finally find a bar with someone who calls a taxi for me and helps me get across what I need. Very few in this place (seem to) speak English -- for a big tourist city, that strikes me as odd.
Don't know why I didn't just have the taxi come to the bookstore and take us both back to the hotel (or better yet, to a medical facility).
There were several dreams last night, all odd, that's the only one I remembered on waking.