The Hallway, Leaking into my Dreams

The hallways and stairs of this house of bedsits begins to leak into my sleep. I woke last night -it was just getting light- to the sound of voices on the stairs. A loud conversation in what seemed to be a Mediterranean accent. Prodded me from sleep. 'Fuckers' I thought. Fell back into sleep again, but those voices crept into my dreams; I was in the bedsit, there were loud voices from upstairs. A knock on their door. I was in my room. Voices raised in consternation. 'Do you know what it's like to have kids?' - and this in defence of the one making noise. Was this a dream, was this real?
I am unsure. I woke up tired and have not really woken up fully all day.