FELL FROM ABOVE

Last night I dreamed I got back to my flat and found my front door open.
I went inside, my heart resigned to finding things missing, which I did -
guitars,
computer,
food,
furniture,
carpets,
floor tiles,
and the floor itself
- is why I fell through to the flat below where my neighbours sat looking up at me from a sofa,
I asked, ‘Did any of you see anything suspipcious?’
The one smells worst looked in the mirror and said, ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘years ago it was, before I knew you, ever seen you, even, so it’s probably not relevant to your current concern.’
‘Which is?’ I said.
‘You tell me,’ he said. ‘You’re the one fell from above.’