Gangsta Paradise

It seemed as though I was a kid again and was running around my house and backyard very carefree. Very much of the earlier part of the dream is blurred and only started to become clearer when trouble arrived. I was outside, around family and other unknown people. Some kind of vandalism was done to some of my things and I recall trying to gather clothing and placing them back into my bag. While doing so, I was vandalising the person's or peoples' things that I thought were responsible. That person may have been oen of my little sisters. Eventually the problem was resolved and I noticed a car full of sinister looking people, gangsters, arrive outside my house. I leave the house, running outside- with a friend. Before leaving, I noticed a small black kid in my basement who's looking for someone (presumably me). I ask if I can pat him down to make sure he's not armed- but he is- he's carrying a large knife. I slyly ask to see the knife, inspect it, and then return it. I think i've fooled him. I run outside with friend and run behind the yards of neighbors, into the woods, as I had once done as a kid. I resurface a few houses up and notice the car is still there and there are men with guns looking for me. Solutions run through the mind- whether to hide or turn myself over to them. I decide to turn myself over and confront the men- telling them to shoot me, if they have the guts.