Trouble In The Hood

Last night I had a dream that I visited an old friend of mine in NYC, for some reason once again (as has occurred in past dreams) he was now living the projects. After parking my car and securing my gun (not owned in waking life but in the dream) by tucking it in the back of my pants, I entered the projects. I wasn't sure which apartment was his so I simply proceeded up the stairwell. When I reached the top floor I was confronted by some young men. They asked me why I was there several times, especially emphasizing "Why would a white guy be in the hood at this time of night?" Looking at a nearby clock I was startled to realize it was close to midnight, which was far later than I planned to stay. They then proceed to shove me and ask me more questions. I addressed them respectfully, even remembering my "Yes sir"s and "No Sir"s at the end of each sentence. When i was finally knocked on the floor by a final shove the young man in front of me shouted out to his friends "Yo! Someone bring me my gat!" By then I knew this was going to be a fatal situation. I discreetly, but quickly reached for my gun, and shot at the assailant in front of me, I fired about three times (in the police academy they teach you three shots to sink the body-mass) and returned to my feet and immediately retreated down the stairs. One of the apartment doors in the hallway was mysteriously open and there was my friend sleeping inside. He saw me and greeted me warmly in surprise. He asked me if I was coming to visit him. I promised I would return tommorrow and we would hang out. I tried to act as if nothing had happened to shield him from the reality of the situation. Then I exited the building as soon as possible and retreated to my car and woke up...