I found and confronted the property manager.
"Where is my stuff? WHERE ARE MY CATS?!"
And he started getting shifty, and evasive, and speaking in the third person.
I was not furious. Yet. When my fury breaks, it is going to be burn him and the building away to nothing.
I'm glad it was only a dream. Especially with one my my cats right now crawling into my lap to trade purrs for security and warmth.