I was in someone’s home, and I was with a black man who, in my mind, was my or the woman’s significant other.

We weren’t alone.

There were two other black men, and they had guns.

I was holding a baby boy.

My or the woman’s significant other had taken a shot at the man.

But he missed, and the guy shot him.

I couldn’t see his face but saw the other men’s faces.

One shot him twice in the chest and twice in the back.

He stopped moving.

The shooter turned his attention to me.

He had me pressed up against the wall while I was still holding the baby.

He stabbed me twice in the left leg and then twice in the stomach.

I felt the knife each time that he stabbed me/her.

I was still holding the baby as I slid down to the floor.

They both left, and I thought that they were gone.

Once again, I could not move and did nothing to defend myself.

The man, my/her significant other, moved and sat up.

The shooter came back in, as was like, “You ain’t dead?”

I watched as my/her significant other kicked his gun away from the shooter.

It had fallen when he was shot.

That’s all that he did.

A feeble kick to move his gun away from the shooter.

I think that’s all that he had strength enough to do.

The man shot him point blank in the head.

I could see the hole where the bullet came out of it.

He took the baby from my/her arms.

She was still alive during the rape.

The other guy came back inside the home while it was happening, and he was like, “Put one right there when you’re done.” He touched her head.

And he went to the back of the house.

Why are there no attempts to defend themselves?

As stated in my last dream that I wrote about.

I could not have witnessed what happened if I had run off.

I’m viewing these through their eyes.

I’m a spectator, but from their POV.

The woman’s POV.—Point of view

I don’t know why this happened.

I don’t think that the baby was hurt.

They left him alone.

I was worried that he was going to crawl out the door and into the street to get hurt.

Let us wait and see if I get any more of these dreams.