dreamt:

walking into the ghetto watching some street ball.
there was an arcade, people were playing games i've never seen before. there was one where you shoot lasers out of your sword, and another where you have to use a tennis racket to hit grenades back.
i wanted to play tekken but a player told me to get out. i did not look like a tekken kind of guy. i did.
the crowd noise exploded outside. everybody ran out of the arcade.
a little guy, maybe 5'7", was dunking on the 11 foot rim.
everyone was like "daaaaaaaamn."
he then gathered his crew around and started dancing. it was boys2men cheesy. but he could dunk so he drew a crowd.
whereas the dancing crew that i belonged to couldn't. one of my boys was complaining.
jack said, "so what, lots of guys can dunk."
i yelled back at him angrily "the rim is 11 foot tall! the freethrow line and the 3 point line is all wacked!" (like nakayama gym)
then i did the hoosiers bit. the rim is 11 foot tall, the freethrow line is 17 feet away, not like home at all.
some guy on bike waving a gun around, telling the spectators to get out, meanwhile biking towards the obviously gang corner.
i didn't know what to do.
the guy biked closer to me, i was frozen.
he pulled off his helmet and threw it on the ground, "get out."
i ran.
he kept going towards the gan corner.
gun shots.
ran some more and dove behind a car face down, preying. i drooled into the sand.
heard footsteps behind me.
my hair was pulled up and he said "where are you from? i mean really from."
"taiwan."
more discussion. mostly by him. asked me about my father and then told me about his father who was missing.
more heart-wrenching disucssions later, he was going to shoot me.
i lied, "please don't shoot, my girlfriend is pregnant just found out last week, do you want my kid to be like you?"
"no" and he shot himself. because of my lie.