Dream About Mob Boss And Rescue Mission

So I had a weird dream. I was out somewhere, and I saw this Russian girl who looked familiar. She was standing with two grown men and she was messing with her nose like she had just done cocaine or something. Turns out she was a girl I went to high school with . I said hi to her and I gave her my phone number. The two guys that were with her were acting funny like I could tell they were dangerous like in a mob or something they were acting like I couldn’t give her my number. She eventually went off to the side, and I wrote my number on a piece of paper and gave it to her. Later on, I ended up at the mansion where she was staying. I guess she was like the arm candy for the mob boss. I was there to try to help her escape, but it was obvious that she was in trouble for me even being there. I learned her life story About how after she graduated high school she became a model and that’s how she got discovered by this guy. He offered her a contract for modeling, but it turned out. He just wanted her to be his personal escort for all his mob buddies and he was sex trafficking her. the mob boss offered me all this information which I thought was weird. her. Mom was also there, and was very quiet and complicit but I could tell us because she was scared. Something didn’t feel right and I could tell that my friend was going to be in trouble and it wasn’t gonna be good, but it was like the mob boss. Would it be to witness it because it was a warning to me. We were upstairs for some reason as we were walking back down I tapped the mom on the shoulder and told her to take my number. I had a brief thought in this moment like Kamirah you can’t save people. But I just wanted to try because it wasn’t right. My boss was giving multiple monologues very stereotypical of movies. And eventually he shot my friend and I was terrified because I thought he was going to shoot me. It seemed like he was going to shoot me as well that was the scary thing, he had a big dude who had a gun and they kept looking at me. Isn’t helped that especially white ones are racist towards Black people. After my friend got shot, her mom was distraught and I just wanted her to stop crying because I thought they were gonna shoot her too. I don’t remember if they did but I think they did end up shooting her in a different room. I think the mob boss tried to tell me that I needed to take my friends place and I was not going to do that. Somehow I got away, but that was a horrible dream.