I dreamed the container never arrived

I was standing in a warehouse that wasn’t mine, staring at a space where a container should be. The air smelled like salt and old paper. No one else seemed to notice it was gone—just kept moving, loading things onto trucks that didn’t exist. I reached into the gap between two stacks and pulled out a single shipping label, damp with condensation. It said my name. I woke up with the same weight in my chest as when I first realized a shipment had vanished for seven days without a trace. Not lost. Just… not here. And somehow, that’s worse.