Dream journal entry. What could this mean?

May 6

I live in a 100 sqr ft bedroom on a roof of a strip mall downtown. These rooms are in rows with no ceiling or walls. It's literally just the roof. We are all construction workers. All we really have is a bed, clothes and our work gear. We all seem to work deep underground constructing office buildings. We walk to our job close by every morning and take an elevator down a shaft. We all have monotone expressions and seem to have different levels of depression. It looks like I have a different job tomorrow. I'm working across the city on the Southside. In a house above ground. I feel some others become jealous but say nothing. I'm working away and must have become unconscious. I wake up confused, in somone else's bed on the other end of the strip mall roof wearing someone else's clothes. I think somone is trying to set me up. I'm confused and not sure how much time has past. People are looking at me strange.