The case of the missing car and broken shoe strap

It was a sunny afternoon. We were in a parking lot. The head of the accounting department at my work was upset because her car had been stolen. We began a search. Suddenly, it was night, and I was walking through the backyards of a number of expensive homes. At the end of one yard there was a stone fence. I looked over and saw a huge field, with multitudes of large hay stacks. We thought the car might be hidden beneath one of the stacks. We followed a muddy dirt road to an opening in the stone wall, but then the field disappeared and a building complex was there instead. It was under construction. We walked through it, looking for the car. Through a doorway, I could see a man with a scowl on his face. Next, we weren’t looking for the car anymore, but I (as the “objective dreamer”) felt the man and his girlfriend were part of a conspiracy to murder us one by one. The “me” in my dream, however, was oblivious to this. We were going to some kind of party, and the strap broke on one of my shoes. I borrowed a pair of 5-inch stilettos from the girlfriend and we left. That’s all I can remember. I know I dreamed more, but it’s too fuzzy.