Running Away from Valdalism

I had a baseball bat and was walking through a hybrid neighborhood of what seemed to be Denver city streets and the neighborhood I grew up in. I was aware of valdalism having been occurring in the nieghborhood in the form of broken windows. Some part of me wanted to participate in that and escalate the situation by copying what others had done. A nameless, faceless friend and I broke a few store windows with my baseball bat. After that, I was paranoid and smart enough to strategically hide it outside of my home (this being my childhood home). It lay in the bushes and disguised well as a stick. A police officer arrived and began to question me, and my mom. My paranoia raised as I became certain he knew I had been involved in some criminal act. When he left, I decided to move the bat to a safer location, away form the home and remember thinking that I didn't want to throw it away. With the bat, I ran and suddenly the dream became a running dream. It was night and I was running at incredible speeds, through quiet city streets. Still with the bat, I hid it near a church behind bushes and into a crack near a stone wall. I continued to run around the city streets. My wife's dad was around- I think he was another police officer that questioned me about the vandalism. By this time, the dream changed and I just received a second straight F on a test, a college exam, and was asking the professor for what reading assignments there were for that week but she wouldn't give me any. Frustrated, I ran some more and this time back to the bat. The bat had changed - someone had replaced it with their own. I was upset to have someonelse's bat.