Dream About Family Conflict And Danger

In one part of my dream, I was back in a setting that looked like my childhood home. I remember trying to get ready to go somewhere; I think it was church for Easter service. I was getting ready in the bathroom with my eldest sister, Melory. I was going to hop in the shower, but my sister hopped in first. Somehow, two of my old high school classmates who were identical twins were also there. One was upstairs, and the other was downstairs. Somehow, they seemed to be part of the family system, but they were never like close friends and family friends growing up in my waking life. One of the twins had a cadaver she played with or experimented with as a hobby downstairs, which I guess felt normal to my sister. Anywho, after my sister hopped in the shower, I told the other twin I was gonna shower in the other bathroom and get ready, and I’d let her know when the other bathroom was ready. I went and started showering in the other room. At some point in the dream, my mom and dad were arguing while getting ready for church, which isn't abnormal with us growing up. We try to intervene so they can calm down and we can move forward with us finishing to get ready for church. Us intervening is not normal for us growing up in my waking life. In another part of the dream, I was in the neighborhood I was raised in, walking to the New York fried chicken restaurant. While walking down Grove Hall/Blue Hill Avenue, I seem to have decided to dress in only these layered shirts and no bottoms or underwear. I just pulled the shirts over my booty and was confidently walking down. At some point, these guys started walking behind me. It was daytime on a busy street. But then the guys were getting closer. Before hitting the chicken spot, two guys were behind me, two in front of me and one on each side, closing me in. I continued to try to walk confidently, but I was feeling anxious. Then, one of the guys behind me flashed me a gun on his side and told me to keep on walking past the chicken store. I refused, and we started to wrestle in broad daylight in this busy intersection. I dramatically fell on the street at the bottom of the intersection as he continued to wrestle with me on the ground. I had a cap on my head, and I held it on the ground while waving it, pleading for someone to help me. Many cars were in front of us on the crosswalk, waiting for their light to drive. No one responded, but one car with some Hispanic-looking folks that I seemingly knew from the dream but not in started to use their stun gun against him. And then he started shooting. I was able to get away and run to their car. I told them we need to drive away. They were hesitant but gave in cause the guy kept on shooting at us. I hopped in the back of the car with two in the back, and one was driving. We drove away and started to get closer to my childhood home to drop me off. But I felt like it was too close to the crime scene, so I told them to keep driving as I dramatically started panicking and crying. I think more than I really felt, so they continued to help me. I wanted them to drop me off to where my family moved into when I was in college, when my parents finally bought a house, and where I lived after college until I moved to NC. My parents still live there today. Anywho, they started driving past my childhood home and towards where my parents live today, and I was planning to let them know the next direction to get there. I think they complied because now they were caught up in this mess, too, and were nervous the shooters were following us. I think in the dream, I may have known these people but more as acquaintances and not as friends. In my waking life, I had never seen them before. And that was the end of the dream of us driving away.