I'm in a small apartment, where I have been staying the last week or so with some friends of mine, along with another couple, so a small group of like six of us. We've been having some adventures, but we're all leaving and flying back to our homes in the next day or so; I think I'm leaving tomorrow, but I should check on that for the exact time.

But right now, our hosts' mother and grandmother, who were visiting also, are preparing to leave, and they are taking group selfies on the couch. I'm included in the group for some reason.

Then I notice some strange shining spots on the floor, which is covered in a sort of mat made from plant material, like flax. Gradually it dawns on me that the shining spots are puddles, and I jump up, pointing out that something is leaking on the floor. I instantly remember that a few minutes ago I started filling some small pot (like Amber's watering pot, that she plays with often in the tub) in the sink in the bathroom, which is adjacent to this room. I run in there and indeed, the water is on, the sink is overflowing, and water is running everywhere. I ask the hosts for "the worst towels that you have" and start mopping up the water.

One of the old ladies, the mother or grandmother, is helping clean up, and she is meticulously trying to repair the water damage from some newspaper that was on the floor, using a small brush. I'm not sure I can correct her, but I'm thinking, that doesn't matter, it'll dry out by itself, we just have to get the bulk of the water off the floor.