Endless street and childhood Door: A Dream of confusion

"I was walking home, but the streets kept looking less familiar the farther I went. I recognized the houses, or at least I thought I did, but all the numbers were missing from the doors. I stopped outside a small store to ask for directions. The person behind the counter handed me a map and said I should already know how to read it. The map was covered in lines that moved whenever I looked away. My phone had no signal, and the battery kept changing from 12 percent to fully charged. I called my sister anyway. She answered, but all I could hear was traffic and someone laughing in the background. Then I was inside a school. I started following signs for the main entrance, except every sign pointed toward the basement. I went down the stairs because I didn't have another idea. At the bottom, I found my front door standing by itself in a white hallway. I opened it and saw my living room, but the furniture was arranged exactly the way it had been when I was a child. I stepped inside, thinking I was finally home. Then I noticed there was another front door where the television should have been. I opened that one too, and I was back on the same street."