Disappearing

I dreamt that I took a solo trip around the world, without letting anyone know, disappearing in the night with nothing but a backpack and a blanket. I ended up on a sketchy street somewhere in Mexico and had to find refuge for the night. It was getting cold, and I came across a church. I walked in and it was dark, except for the altar. Some moving figures were in the corner - also backpackers, then others were homeless. Without saying much, I walked my way into an adjacent building. Some sort of community kitchen. I helped myself to some bread and water, and looked for a spot in the church to spend the night. I remember reflecting on the fact that there was just bread and water, like a prison. Yet it was my refuge../