Dream About Childhood Street Night Time Disappearance Torture Survival

I was walking down my childhood street with my two little siblings, it was night time. We get to the corner house, and people are sitting outside in lawn chairs drinking beer. They offer me one, but I decline because my little sister was there. They said they didn't see my little sister. And when I turn around, both my little brother and little sister are gone. I decide to have one beer with them when they invite me inside. We walk in the house and everything is abandoned. The stove looked like it wasn't used for a very long time. The floorboards had holes in them. The couch was old and it had looked like it had burn marks on it. there are people in the back using drugs despite my instincts I decided to stay All of a sudden, everyone started running frantically outside. I hear gunshots, I’m the last person to leave. When I walk outside I see a tall pale man wearing glasses. He’s sweaty and shaking. He’s holding my two little siblings in his arms he has a gun to my sisters head and a knife to my brothers neck. He’s mumbling something I can’t make out what he’s saying so I scream. Then manically we’re transported to the basement of that house he has me chained up. He repeatedly tortures me when he walks upstairs I close my eyes and I begin to beg for help when I open them a cinder block is in front of me and my chains are removed The next time he comes downstairs with a whip and a hammer in his hands, I pick up the cinder block and hit his head three times. When I run up the stairs through the kitchen and out of the house, it's now daytime and it's spring. I start walking down my street to go to my childhood home and I see my father who looks very sick standing outside of our house. I'm walking my childhood dog. When all of a sudden, I hear more gunshots, I start to run straight for my childhood home. And that's when I see a man dressed in all black running straight towards me. I turn into the street and I hear another gunshot. I feel a sharp pain through my stomach, but I continue to run. The man gets to the right of me and I hear another gunshot. And then I hear my dog attack the man. I look over and my dog is ripping the man apart. I finally catch my breath and put my hands on my knees when I notice that I'm bleeding from my stomach. And when I look at my left hand, there's a nail in my hand. The dream ends with me living in the house that I was tortured in. Everything is remodeled. Everything is new. I'm living there with my mother, and I'm constantly in a state of fear.