The first thing I remember is dancing with a guy ballroom-style. He was tall and I think someone I was dating. I was leading and we were dancing waltz (and it seemed to fit) but then I realized the song was in 4/4 so I tried dancing the rhumba twice as fast.
There were a bunch of guys there dancing around too, I think Keith from work was there too. At one point we decided we were ice dancing (but not on ice - we were outside at a park plaza or on a wide sidewalk or near a fountain or something like that and it was nighttime). So we were kind of sliding around and trying spinning jumps once in a while.
Then the guy went and got a bunch of mortar boards (graduation hats) that were different colors for different designations: I was getting black because I was going to be a consultant, he was getting blue because he was getting his doctorate (and in the dream that meant he was going on to continue to get his PhD) and red was for master's degrees.
Then things changed over to a bunch of my friends graduating. The guys were gone and everyone seemed to be hispanic female friends of mine, none of which seemed to be people I recognize as friends in real life. Although graduation wasn't that day, we were taking all kinds of pictures of them in their mortar boards. When we were talking about when graduation actually was, we were speaking both English and Spanish.
For one of the photos, the girls getting master's degrees were standing behind a Christmas tree and to all get behind it (since there were 7 or 8) some had to stand on something. I was trying to take pictures, but there were a bunch of other people trying to take pictures with a bunch of cameras, so it was hard to get them all to look at one camera. But then I realized you couldn't see any of them through the tree, anyway. What kind of seemed like their eyes showing through were just the Christmas lights.
Things kind of broke up from there and people started wandering around. There was a big building that was both inside and outside - like a building with walls but no roof - maybe like a plaza in Spain. Some of the girls went into that building and I followed. Inside there were a bunch of shady looking guys walking around. They looked like they were in a gang or something.
In the corner, four of the girls were in what looked like a photo book with a short curtain so you could see their legs. Two were jammed together facing the back, and it appeared two more were sitting on the other two's shoulders. I thought that was funny, so I took a picture of them getting the picture taken in the booth.
I took a couple more photos in the building before wandering out. A guy ran over to me waving wildly telling me to get out of there. He said that a bunch of guys broke into the building, tripped the alarm and police were on their way.
I realized that the building was actually a Diesel store, the girls were in a dressing room and they were probably going to get into trouble for being in there, although they wandered in there by mistake just like I did. I also realized that I got a photo of two of the gang members while taking pictures inside, so I turned on my video function and started to try discretely filming to capture as many of the gang members as possible when they start to leave when the police arrive.
I started going back to the building, which at this point seemed to be bigger, have a roof and have a big black iron fence around it. All these nuns in different outfits started pouring out, in a hurry, some praying, some yelling "Save us! Save us!". There were different groups that had different colored habits. There seemed to be non-nuns with them, too.
One of the regular people was Mary from work and she was sitting down just outside the fence talking about her ordeal of being held against her will. She was talking with Lisa (who was not held inside but had run over) about how they were all praying, and it seemed as though the room was spinning.
I ran over and said to Lisa, "You know Mary too?! How??" She said she did and I joked that it was because she was a whore (meaning the social butterfly kind, not an actual whore).
Then my alarm went off.
