A shot in the dark

Today I dreamt I was getting shot at by two black men in a small car. I was standing with a few little black children (boys) and they were playing. They were very small, thin, and bald. Suddenly, we were shot at in a rhythmic manner. No warning at all. I grabbed the white t-shirt of the one closest to me and pulled him down, Be careful, get down! I shouted. I crawled behind two walls, bullet-ridden, and finally the shooting stopped and the drivers drove off. I woke up and realized the rhythm of the shooting came from my heater.