My dream was pretty straightfoward and to the point. I was in Argentina, and an entire apartment complex was holding a party. Seems innocent enough. At first the party was like any other large party: loud, full of drunk people, and general atmosphere of mirth and merry. But as I progressed further up the complex, the stranger, less populated, and more dangerous the situation became. On the top floor, I encountered a room full of gangsters praying to a Santa Muerte statute (that's more of a Mexican thing than an Argentinian thing). A friend and I jumped out of the window (we survived with no injuries), and got the hell out of dodge as the gangsters were pursuing us. That's pretty much it. Like I said it was a pretty straightforward dream. I found the upper floors more intriguing and interesting than any party I'll ever go to (I don't even party to begin with).