Childhood Stomping Grounds

I was a block over, on "horsehill", where I used to be at during virtually all of my free time as a kid. There again, as an adult, but acting as a kid. Me and others were taking items from someone's lawn for some other unkown purpose. Careful not to get caught. It was dusk. Someone spotted us and we all scattered, just as we had 20 years ago. I hid in some nearby bushes. This wasn't a nightmare by any means, it was an enjoyable dream in that I got to reexperienced some of the exuberance of childhood mischief.