Short Stories with Tragic Endings

My dad and I go into an old looking cinder-block building where French
Creek Elementary school should be. It is a rather small building and there
is a chain-link fence along the side of the road. We go down the steps into
a sort of basement-like area. I somehow know this place was, in some way,
damaged and it belongs to a friend of my Dad's. I feel like we're looting
the place but my Dad says its okay. My Dad's friend comes down. He looks like
a classic contractor. Slightly heavyset but not really overweight, dirty white
shirt and blue jeans, and a beige tool belt around his waist. The man somewhat
resembled Al Borland from "tool time"?. He said hi to my dad and started helping
him go through the stuff that was salvageable. We only found one thing. It was
some sort of rectangular clear plastic piece with a bunch of clear plastic
components inside and an orange piece in the center. My Dad thanked his friend
and left with the piece. Suddenly, I got a sense of paranoia. I felt as if there
was some sort of impending danger, so I looked out the window at the top of the
room and I could just see several "gangsters" with guns climbing over the fence.
I decided to run for the fence. I got out and the gang was shooting at some other
innocent bystanders. I ran for the fence and one of them noticed me. Every time
he would shoot at me, I would run faster or skid to a halt and the bullet would
miss me. I finally reached the fence and tried to vault it. In real life, I would
have no problem doing this, but I got to the apex of the vault and sort of hung
there facing the ground. I managed to get down but by that time one of the gang
members had his gun trained on me. I don't remember what happened next but I
somehow had saved the life of the one who had had the gun on me and the two
remaining gang members offered to escort me up the hill to my house since they
had bicycles and I did not. ( The logic made sense in the dream ). So I started
walking up the hill with one in front and the other not to far behind. After
getting up around the bend, a car was coming from behind. I looked over and
my crush and her brother were in the car. I said that I knew them. The gangster
in front decided to ride in front of the car backwards and the car slowly pushed
him along, he did not fall over or anything. Then I woke up.