Cult ritual scared me half to death

Date: 9/24/2019

So, I was at another Staples (I work at staples) and I had to change into a regular staples brand collard shirt. Angela, my cousins tenant, worked there and her aunt did as well. I was in the parking lot, getting changed. I was naked for a second or two. I looked at myself in reflection and I had a tattoo on my right arm that I don’t have in reality. It was a black inked tribal design. So, my coworker gave me my shirt but Angela gave me the staples shirt and I put that on, putting the other in this car I have. I walked in, excepting to do a catering gig for some reason, so I tried to silence my phone but music wouldn’t stop playing. Every time I shut it off it would play again and piss me off. I finally got it to stop playing. Angela was stressed out because someone was trying to rip off her aunt. The dream took a major turn to the dark side as I came across this “Dominican” ritual. I heard uneasy, vibrational chanting going from low to high pitch. It was loud and very terrifying because along with it came four people dressed in robes with masks on carrying a table with ceremonial tools. I sat in front of them on this ledge because I was supposedly their audience. It suddenly got to me, scaring me intensely because their masks had spirals on it making it look extremely eerie. I thought that they were going to sacrifice me so I threw a water bottle at one of them and tried to run. I felt like I disrespected the “Dominican” culture even tho it wasn’t Dominican after all, and instead, the works of some evil cult. I still can’t stop thinking about how scary that was. I don’t want to go back to sleep.