Strange Dream

I had a dream this morning. I was out riding my bike at dusk. I approached my house and saw my dog barking at a disheveled homeless woman who was just coming out of my front gate, carrying stuff she'd stolen from our house. I decided to pursue her on my bike. Suddenly we were in an urban alley and I pulled out my camera to get a picture of her face and she attacked me. It was a struggle between the two of us for my camera and my bicycle. I lost both. I ran into a building and was dashing through endless corridors trying to find help or escape from her, not sure which. I made it to a top floor and burst through a door and there in an attic-like space I planned to hide out, until I realized the lumps on the floor were dozens of men sleeping under blankets. They woke up one by one and were leering at me dangerously so I ran back out and made my way down to the first floor, where I found a loading dock. A van was backed up and dark-suited people were loading packages of drugs and guns into it. Just then I woke up!