First Blood in a Renewed Carnie War

I am being escorted around an indoor space where there are assigned spots for each participant. I am with one or possibly two others. Things are very run down but become increasingly familiar. We arrive at our location  it is large with multiple rooms,  but is filthy with debris everywhere, peeling paint and splintering wood that make up the walls and windows. There are no  ceilings as the space is open to the cavernous shadowy darkness that fades up into darkness. 

I begin to plan how to revitalize our spot including a quick covering of white spray paint with no preparation. Just for temporary looks. 

We are walking around and notice another family we know setting up. Muck of their stuff is already on display. I have a deep immediate loathing and dread. We are in an ongoing dangerous feud from the long past and I make a sneaky attack on something that is similar to a small Christmas tree. I curse it in some way and set a booby trap the plant in a way that will surprise and be dangerous to one of their preteen sons organizing the space. It looks shabby. The war is back on and I  just drew first blood and am satisfied.

Notes: I was woken by an alarm yanked from the dream but able to close my eyes and remember the mood and several details.