Last Night/This Morning's Really Vivid Dream

I was with a group of people in an enclosed place.  They felt like coworkers.
Over a radio or PA system, a man sounded desperate as he called for help.
He was trapped in a building with many children.  They couldn't get out.  And the building was on fire.
He was calmly yet anxiously asking for help.  Any firemen or emergency crews were needed.  Ambulances, anything would help.  Please send help.

I looked around my group of people.
None of them were doing anything but looking in the direction of the man's voice... there must have been a radio that I couldn't see.  They were all staring at it.  None of them looked around or talked to each other.  None of them moved or did anything.  I was a little baffled.

The man came over the radio to tell us things were getting worse.  The fire was growing and the children were starting to get scared.  He, again, asked for firemen.  But this time he asked for cops or teachers, or even people from neighboring businesses to help them.  It was getting hot.

Nobody where I worked did anything.  Nobody looked at anyone.

The man came back on the radio, and said that they really needed help.  Any help at all.

I got up and went to go help.
I went to Best Buy.  I, obviously, needed the right music to play as I pulled out children and the man from the fire.  I also needed some tense music to play as I actually went into the fire, and then some hero music to play as we emerged from the fire.  But I was also feeling the pressure to make sure that I didn't waste too much time picking out music, because I really needed to get over there.  I decided I was going to continue wearing my sweatpants and my Croc shoes, and after spending a few minutes with my iPod and not being able to find the right music, I just clicked one of the stereos in the store to play a radio station, and ran out of the store towards the fire.

The fire was taking place in one of the buildings on the campus of the college where my mother used to teach.  I texted the man (I guess I knew his phone number) to tell me where they were.  He told me to look for the smoke.  Duh.  Of course.  I started running.  And it was much further away than I thought it was going to be.  There would be no way anyone would hear my music or the radio station I was playing for them and their rescue.  Crap.  Well, I guess I would know for next time.

As I got closer, the smoke really started to get thick.  I could actually smell it.  I could actually feel it constricting my lungs and making breath difficult.  I could feel my chest getting hotter.  I also started to notice small pieces of fire littering the street where there were no cars.  And these patches of burning started to become pretty regular patches.  But I kept running towards the fire.  Before I could actually see the fire, the street started filling up with a lot of patches of fire, so I was having to hop around them so that my sweatpants didn't catch on fire.  But soon there were too many patches of fire on the street for me to continue running at the rate I was running.  I tried to slow down my run, but I couldn't.  It was like somebody was pushing me, even though nobody was behind me.  I continued to run at the same fast speed, and the fiery street started burning more and more, and I started to step on the fire.  I could actually feel the fire burn my legs under my pants, and I could feel the bumps and heat on my feet from the burning street.

I awoke in a panic.