Everything eggplant

I am wandering through a neighborhood I don't recognize. There are reports that a family has abandoned their home; I come upon the home and the garage unit/apartment attached to it. The yard is in disarray and through the undressed windows I can see clothes strewn and mattresses splayed about. There are clothes hung on the wall too; my eyes catch sight of a one-piece shiny eggplant-colored suit. I get a closer look and frown to find it is a size 1. I move on and realize there are people nearby watching me. I rush away, nervous for unknown reasons.
I find myself in a convenient store and at once begin my search for ice cream. There is a counter with a soft ice cream server, but all of the cones are mushy and look like they are covered in dirt. I stare at them unhappily - I really wanted some damn ice cream.
Next I find myself in a large, old apartment building; all of the walls leading up the steep steps are eggplant. At the top I come across, S, an old friend who is pregnant. She wants to show me her apartment, but instead we remain in a large hall just outside her door. Everywhere there is a pile of mess, and the walls again are eggplant, though glossy here.