dream sequence - part 24

It being a dream,
there was no context,
no back story,
it just was.
I was living in a spacious loft in Brighton Beach,
one I shared with many strangers who, like me,
slept on the floor
and shared solitary meals
at a communal picnic table.
When I located the owner of the space,
I offered him money for my lodging,
informing him that I had been there for two weeks.
"Two weeks? Most of the people here only stay for a day or two".
And having evidently overstayed my welcome,
I promptly woke up.