Picking a fight

I'll compile two dreams into this one entry because they're quite similar. I had them last night.

In the first, I was walking down a passage in the middle of the day and turned the corner only to find myself at the end of a three-strong queue, at the end of which was a large, bare chested man who looked as though he was squaring up to the people in front of him. Not wanting to get involved, I turned and ran back the way I came, only for the bare chested man to start chasing me and the three other men.

I turned out of the passage into a street in decided to hide from the assailant by ducking into someone's back garden. The garden actually sloped downwards to a sheer drop into another similar garden, and at the end of that drop was a motorway. The last thing I remember about this dream was teetering over the edge of this second drop.

In the second dream, I was in another passage. I was looking for a toilet, and stopped to ask a guy who was in the passageway with his girlfriend. He pointed me in the right direction before warning me that people who visited that toilet often ended up in violent confrontations. Regardless, I found and entered the toilet anyway. As I was pissing in the urinal, I noticed the pink-ish decor and saw the 'Ladies' sign on the door (it was blurry, but I knew it was the ladies all the same). It appeared that I'd gone into the wrong toilet, but I rationalised that any violence was more likely to occur in the men's so it was probably just as well.

As I was finishing off, I saw the shadow of the same guy from earlier walk past the small, frosted glass window and knew straight away that he was the cause of the voilence and that he was coming for me. I decided to go by the entrance and wait as I figured he'd turn back and go the other way having not seen me; which he did. On the way back, he peered through the small ladies' window and somehow saw me even though the toilet itself was quite dark (I don't think the light worked). He then ran back and the door flew open and we started scrapping. Next thing I know, he physically vanished and the scene changed. I then found myself in the middle of a park, standing in the middle of a flowerbed. For some reason, I was determined to find this guy and finish the fight, but the dream ended.