I dreamed I was in an albergue similar to the one I stayed in Corcubión. I encountered a guy selling some pot, and bought some. At first I was giddy, but then things started delving into chaos. I couldn't put my things in order and I spilled a glass of water. The hospitalera asked me to clean up, so I went to the kitchen to get a mop, but then I got distracted and remembered I had left something at the town, so I went outside and walked a substantial distance before realizing it would be quicker with the bike. I begun walking back feeling guilty, but I was also easy on myself.