Dream About Child With Gun

I forgot a lot of the story at the beginning, so there is some context missing. I was playing as (I say playing as because in this dream I didn’t look ANYTHING like my normal self and none of the people around me were people I recognize irl) some woman in the passengers seat of a car. A man was behind the wheel; he was my husband in the dream. A kid who seemed to be a preteen was in the back seat. I am assuming he was my child. Just to get this part out of the way, I will go ahead and give our appearances. Me: I was a lady who was probably around 40 years old. I had red lipstick on and a small, red leather purse. I’m pretty sure I had a white pearl bracelet on too. (Keep in mind, this is absolutely nothing like me. Not the style, not the age, and not the family.) My ‘husband’: He was also around the same age as I was, if not a little bit older. He wore glasses with a circular frame. He had a yellow shirt with some other bits of color on it, like what a guy would where to a beach vacation in a movie. He either had light brown hair or saturated ginger hair. My ‘child’: He looked very similar to the kid in my last dream (the Hispanic or Mexican kid who somehow got shot in the head by his phone’s camera) except a bit younger. He had dark brown hair and was clearly either Hispanic or Mexican (most likely Hispanic, but I’m not 100% sure). My other ‘child’: [he comes in a bit later] He looks identical to my other kid except way older. If I’m being honest, he looks almost exactly like my uncle. It was pretty obvious he was either a young adult (specifically 20-24) or an older teenager (17-18). We were coming back home, but I don’t know what it was from. The dream had a time skip of when I arrived to the house and by then, it was completely dark out. It kinda gets blurry here, so sorry if some bits don’t make sense. Once we parked, we waved to our older son who was standing in front of the door. I think he was looking down and he didn’t respond in any way. He started to walk towards us slowly and we then realized he had a gun of some sort (my dream had it switch between a rifle and a pistol, because my unconsciousness is almost always indecisive 🤠🤠) . Before we could even process the fact that our child had a gun, he jerked both his head and his arms up and started shooting at us. In a panic, we both ducked down a bit and I jumped over to the backseat with my other kid as my husband went to the passengers seat and tried to escape. He succeeded in getting out and I hopped to the passengers seat so that I could also leave, which is exactly what I did. Okay, some side info so that people reading this aren’t confused: I’m pretty sure my oldest either didnt care at all about getting my youngest or he didn’t notice that his younger brother was in the car. That being said, my youngest didn’t escape the car and he was left unharmed. Back to the story. When I left the car, I ran over to my husband. He was decently far away from the car, but not enough to be out of our son’s sight. He was in a slight cowering position and was shaking a bit. Our eldest had been standing by the car for a while before charging at us. He was after both of us, but he was more focused on his father rather than myself. We both ran as fast as we could to escape and we came across a turn. We ended up separating there . I ran up to a house and started banging on the door. When it gets to here, it’s almost like it’s undecided. It gets a bit fuzzy. There is a small flash of the person opening the door, and some flashes of my kid catching up to me, and others of me trying to hide while also desperately banging on that person’s house. I woke up at this part.