Last night I dreamed I was cleaning a room that kept rearranging itself

I'm in someone's living room, same beige carpet, same floral couch, but every time I turn around the furniture has shifted. The stains move too—they slide across the floor like they're alive. I keep trying to get my bucket of chemicals in the right spot, but the room just won't hold still. Woke up feeling like I'd been chasing something all night.