Dream: Bizarre Dump Apartment

We moved to another apartment. It was one we looked at in February of this year, when we found the one we are living in now. We were wait-listed and were finally being let in. We had to share a room with another couple. Sort of an older biker (motorcycle) couple. It was a semi-dilapidated building, probably built in the 60's and not built to last. All right angles. Stucco. Seemed just like a shaky metal frame with a thin layer of plaster over it. The one-room apartment was styled like a cheap motel. Two beds. Side-by-side. This other couple seemed to be moving in at the same time. They had that same kind of confused air about them. We discovered you could get electric shocks from walking on the floor. "Don't walk on the floor! Don't walk on the floor! You'll get shocked," we were saying. A cat lived in the worn-carpet hallway which wreaked of cat urine. There was some sort of cookout or community meeting for our building. There were a lot of units in the building, maybe forty to fifty people living there, total. Everyone was very curious about us. I was talking to one young couple and the woman was taking notes in a little notepad as she was talking to me. "I'm writing a book," she said. Then talking to another young couple. I asked the guy, "So what do you guys do?" He replied (with a touch of melancholy) "Oh, we're Santa Monica city coroners." It was getting dark and a bell was tolling somewhere. He was beginning to rush off as he explained that every day after sundown he has to go report in and see who's died and what bodies need to be picked up and tended to. I became aware throughout the course of these events that we had made a mistake. We had left quite a nice apartment to go live in a bizarre dump. Whoops.