I opened myy eyes and I was in this apartment. It wasn’t my current place or anything like that. I was living there with this woman. I am not really sure who she was but I know that we were not talking. Something was wrong and I knew she had to get out of the apartment we could no longer live together.
I had left and come back and everything was gone and so was she. The place was not empty but all of the stuff that was there was replaced by different stuff and none of it was mine.
Prior to that I was in the basement and some Asian dude was walikng me through all of these rooms. Some guy came crashing through the floor (they were filming a movie or something).
Walking back into the apartment was difficult. I was overcome with the samr feeling of failure that has been plagueing me lately.