In my most recent dream, I'm in a ghetto black neighborhood. Not too trashy, but noticeably ghetto.
I'm carrying a plastic bag with a dozen soda cans inside, and suddenly, my black friend from work is walking besides me.
I see a convenience store. When we reach the parking spaces in front of the store, for some reason I put my bag right in one of the parking spaces. It made sense at the time, like putting a bike in a bike rack.
I don't remember what happened inside, but we came back outside, and there was some poor old black hobo rooting through my soda bag.
My black friend screamed "The fuck you think you doin'!?" ran over to the hobo and started pummeling him with swinging fist while trash talking him in jive. I got really angry suddenly. I ran over, jumping on top of the hobo to hold him down and yelled "Mothua-fuckin' ******!".
Suddenly, my friend says "Oh shit, Bill, run!".
I don't have to look to know what he was talking about, but I do. There are several groups of black kids spread out coming towards us from across the street.
We start running. We split up and cut through some houses in a more suburban area. Most of the kids are chasing my friend, which is good, because I can tell he knows the neighborhood a lot better.
I manage to lose them, and its starting to get dark out, so I'm sneaking through bushes and across streets. I see my friend near a house a block down, and we start signalling to each other that its clear.
We slowly make our way towards each other, but then I look back were I came from, and I swore that I saw someones head peeking out form a bush, but I ignore it for some reason.
Sudenly, the kids that chased us walk out from behind a house, and start shooting my friend with a paintball gun. He yelps, and start running. I start running too, and they chase me this time. I see an open field ahead leading to woods, but they already got a bead on me, and a few paintballs smack my spine, which surpisingly hurts for a dream.
I reach the field, but I know I'm not going to make it. I can hear there footsteps behind me, and the paintballs are hitting me every time. I trip and fall down in the field, unable to move anymore. They run up on me just as I wake up.
I guess most of this dream is just my fears of being in such a situation in real life(duh). Also, me and my friend live in Deptford New Jersey, which is pretty close to Camden, one of the worst ghetto cities in America. He goes down there every once in a while to visit friends, and he mentioned before how much he hates "ghetto" black people.
Also, there are some minor gang/groups in my neighborhood, and the kids around here don't need a good excuse to jump you. Lucky, I have a brother who is very respected by these kids, and I rarely ever hang out in my own neighborhood anyway, but I have had a few close calls in other neighborhoods.
