I was running around all over the place trying to escape from various weird people, mostly kids aged 8-16, who were after me because I was worth "mega points" if they killed me in a particular sacrificial way. I had already decided they'd been playing too many first-person shooters and this had spilled over into their real life in a bad way, and/or maybe it was a government conspiracy in a behavioural experiment and there was really no point trying to get help from the law because they'd either laugh at me (insist I was the delusioned one) or they were in on it too.
I had gone down some stone stairs in a cultural heritage building, although the stairs were open-air. I was going to turn off into a plaza/foyer to try to hide but I saw a group of these weirdos, some of whom had turned on each other in frustration, and turned around to go back. I'd gone up maybe 12 steps when something stopped me, like a cosmic barrier, and I turned to face my doom. I saw that two tiny little child figures where following me but their eyes had been gouged out and they had to feel their way up each step. I waited until they were level with me, on the other side of the steps, where there was some kind of display case embedded in the stone which was impeding their progress, then I ran all the way down the stairs very fast.
At the bottom there were a group of large cartoon-type mice in jeans and red or blue pullovers who were discussing the best way to escape from the weirdos. I found I'd turned into a clothed mouse too. I could see that if we ran under the aquaduct, crossed the road and crossed a park on the other side we'd be off the "game property" and the weirdos couldn't come after us there. I tried to convey this to my fellow mice but they just went on discussing the matter and said they'd be along later. I decided not to wait for them and scampered across the first half of the road (a busy main road and/or freeway), had to wait a bit to cross the second half, then when I got to the park I found there was a cemetery in the first part of it and began picking my way through the graves.
I saw a group of suspect-looking kids lounging on a gravestone and since I'd turned back into a human I decided to chance it/bluff it. "Hi," I said, in a voice lower and gruffer than I usually use. "I've just been staying with friends and I got robbed on my way down the hill. Could you spare a cigarette?" They seemed friendly but after talking to them a few minutes I realised they were delaying me so the other weirdos could catch up and kill me, and I pretended I'd seen someone I had to go talk to and ran off.
I got into the park proper and was trotting along towards a crowd of people I hoped wouldn't turn out to be weirdos when I realised a cow was following me. When I glanced at it it seemed to be a tiger or something more dangerous than a cow, but when I had my back to it I knew it was only a cow, but dangerous anyway. I began to run again. Somehow the park turned into a hotel while still being a park and at the end of the "corridor" I saw Evan in a cow costume beckoning to me. I was sure Evan wouldn't be a weirdo and would be wearing the cow costume to distract the killer cow so I could get away. I'd barely made it through the door when the killer cow tried to get in behind me. I didn't see what Evan did to keep it from coming in because I was busy running up some narrow flights of stairs, just to be somewhere the cow couldn't get to me.
When I got to the top I was in the roof of a house I was supposed to have been living in (in a previous dream). A couple of other people were with me and we were supposed to be looking for "treasure", but without tipping off the elderly couple who either lived in or owned the house next door, which was connected to "my" house at certain strategic points. It was unbelievably hot in there and I joked that I should have moved my bed up there for winter to save on heating bills.
We found a loose section of the corrugated iron we were standing on and prised it up. Underneath we could see into the old couple's top floor, even though that was meant to be twenty feet to our left. One of the guys with me suddenly exclaimed that he knew where the treasure was and dropped down into this room to retrieve it from a pile of kitchen oddments. He was convinced the treasure was a bright red plastic spatula and I began to doubt his sanity. Then the old couple came along to help us and didn't think it was at all strange that we'd come in through the roof.
I wandered off and found myself in a white cubicle with some of the weirdos, who were trying to convert me to their cause. I was being tested or questioned, which involved one of the weirdos opening their mouth so vast quantities of light blue text could spill out, and I was supposed to offer an interpretation. I kept getting it wrong and I wondered why they didn't just kill me. I eventually asked one of them and he/she replied that something-or-other had changed and now it was more important to convert me.