What would you do if you woke up tomorrow in the middle of the renaissance period?

There was this one time that I was very high on dextromethorphan (I know, it's a bad idea to do that) and at some point during the trip, I started having this weird dream-like hallucination that I was waking up and I was an old man in his maybe 60's living in England. It didn't look quite like a dream, it seemed very real, I remember that I supposedly had had a lot of alcohol the night before and passed out in the Westminster Bridge, then I walked "home" which was a very small and old apartment with very dirty and barely there wooden floor and the walls were partially covered in what seemed like black mold, then I sat down on a small single bed that was all covered in dust and was kinda sad because I realized my whole life up until then was just a dream. This happened like a year ago.