Last night I had a very vivid dream about being at a particle physics conference in Cuba. I was walking in the conference hall, because somebody split coffee on one of my slides. I wanted to get a copy. The chair person of the session asked me what I was doing. Then people started complaining about people waking around and not attending sessions. I was named and shamed.
The conference ended. I went outside the hotel to get a taxi to airport. I couldn't find my bags. I was walking around the streets, asking whether this was a dream.