Massacre

The setting of my dream looked like I was back in the 1920’s- 40’s somewhere in that era. Looked like I was watching a black and white movie. I was the only black person at a small gathering with a bunch of white man and women. Two white men walked in with big shot guns and started shooting everyone in the room. I saw a chubby white man get shot in his seat, he slumped over. I was hiding under the dining room table with a young kid, a little girl maybe around 10yo. I think I was shot too but pretending to be dead. There was dead bodies everywhere. The men walked out swinging there guns while one said I should shoot that one again, I thought he was talking about me as I tried to not move and the other guy said no, he’s dead that’s just his reflexes. They walked out the door and closed it. I could see a bright white light coming through he door. I asked the little girl does she knows how to get from out of here and she shook of head yes then I told her as soon as the close is clear we’re going on to get from out of there. I heard the car start but I was still listening for complete silence. I was trying to make sure the killers where gone. I was scared and hopeful at the same time. I felt like I had to make a decision fast and soon but I just didn’t know when or what was the right moment.