On my own

I dreamed that I was walking alone. I was walking up Wiltshire, just past Mr. J's lotto store. There was a minivan with three men inside, parked in a driveway. They were watching me walk. I attempted to go around, when suddenly, the sliding door shoved open, and a younger man ran out and towards me. I began running. I screamed for help, but no one came. I ran through the neighborhood.  My assailant was keeping up. I climbed up a tree as fast as I could, then on to the roof of  the house it was in front of. The man couldn't or wouldn't climb the tree. Instead, he began picking up rocks and throwing them at me, hoping to make me fall. I kept screaming for help, but no one came.

I woke up.