Nightmare

What the fuck was going on in this one last night? It starts with me very very groggily waking up in an apartment that isn't quite my own, but has most of my stuff in it, or things like it. I go into my living room and the TV is missing. It's been replaced with the old TV I've hung on to as a dedicated Sega Genesis TV in my bedroom (fuck yeah Zombies at My Neighbors, Might and Magic, and Sonic in bed). Some other stuff seems messed with. I head downstairs or something like that, and run into Brad Bolt, the manager at Bar Deville, my bar job. He offers to help me out, but basically just wants me to be his wingman for getting ladies' numbers. I can't focus on that because I want to find my landlord or someone I can tell about my TV (I even ponder how I haven't paid rent yet, in real life, and I'll just take care of it when I tell him my story, it's only a few days late). Then eventually I find Lonny Bramzon after wondering around on some dirt roads, an old elementary and middle school friend, who takes me back to the apartment building. Tells me to talk to someone there, and to go upstairs and he'll go tell the police what happened and have them send someone over. Tells me to calm down. I get upstairs and there's two people in my apartment (a blond woman and a bald older man), and one on the balcony that I don't have in real life. They tell me to sit down and I do, and I start telling them my story. About how I think I was drugged, and then someone stole my TV. The woman starts actually cleaning my arm and asking me questions, and then inserts a needle. I verbally protest, but just sit there. I ask who she is. "We're the three people sent to kill you." Something like that, I think she actually said that I was their "mark" and then I queried if that meant I was to be assassinated?