I've waited too many hours since having my dream this morning to recall all the vivid details. The remnants of my dream that I can remember have to do with being inside an abandoned warehouse that has 4 floors and each floor was full of junk from closed-down healthcare centers where people went to doctor appointments.

One of the floors had a bedroom set and some clothes in the corner but was surrounded by medical equipment, desks, chairs, medical devices, etc. It was mine, but I didn't know it was mine until my sister randomly showed up to tell me, "This is where you sleep. Not at my house." Then she stayed to critique my sleeping quarters, telling me how dusty and dirty it was and suggested that I'd probably get tetanus from stepping on a rusty nail. Then she left.

Some random guy was there, and I don't know what his role was, but he was dressed like an assassin and I couldn't see his face clearly. He advised me that my sleeping quarters wouldn't last and warned me to leave the building before the city demolished it.

I tried to reason with him that I had no job and that everyone turned me down because of my age. To which he rolled his eyes and told me I was too old to be an assassin and then he disappeared.

I remember standing in the middle of the room where I slept, feeling confused. Then I woke up.

[bpcyclist]

Awful. I am so sorry you had such a stressful dream. You are obviously under a lot of stress right now with everything that is going on. Hopefully, the housing situation gets sorted out soon. Sending peaceful dreams your way for tonight.