I dreamed I was with a group of pilgrims in the patio of a bar along the camino. I had switched bodies with a middle aged man, and this seemed normal to both of us. The man was sitting in the sun, and I could see my body was getting sunburned, so I asked him to put on some sunscreen. He recoiled at the suggestion, stating it caused cancer. "But that's my body, why would you care?" I thought, as I (and my friend's body) inhaled the smoke of the cigarette I was smoking.
"Let's switch back to our bodies" I told him. We both stood up and looked each other in the eyes. Suddenly I wasn't looking at my face anymore, I was looking at his. He started coughing violently, complaining about the smoke in his lungs and the taste in his mouth. I smirked and thought "what a bitch".