Attacked be strange creatures

Date: 10/20/2018

- I peered through the window and saw two shot dwarf looking men with cartoonish shotguns, brownish long beards and hats shoot my dad and godfather outside, their bodies dropped and blood was gushing out. I slammed the door and frantically put on the chain lock. I rushed to find my metallic bats, a knife and other weapons to take upstairs. All I found was a flimsy box cutter and a golf club. - As they smashed open the door I made it upstairs to my mother and godmother whom were both holding an infant child in a room (I have a brother but he is not an infant). I shut the door and told them quickly what happened as I put down the weapons. I pranced to the window and opened it, using the box cutter to slice the fly screen. I told them to both carefully climb out. - I heard the two men coming upstairs , at the same time as I looked outside the door our room changed, we were suddenly in the second master bedroom, not nothing this I waited by the corner of the hallway adjacent to the stairs. - The first one came up (My memory becomes fuzzy here) - As soon as we confronted each other I immediately leapt towards him and used my flimsy box opener to repeatedly strike his face, i noticed several cuts appearing all over his head/face but no blood. As I struck him I remember feeling that at any moment he would instantly kill me and that my weapon, my only hope was a fake, was nothing, was ineffective (Dream transitions and I don’t remember if I killed any of those “men” or not) - I’m walking outside the house on the path towards the end of the neighbourhood (opposite of the busy main road). I tightly grasp onto my weapon, a weak little golf stick, which I could feel was falling apart. - A few houses left of my house, I see a large grassy opening with a “portal” on it. Around it was an army of what looked like those men, except they had green skin (or bones?) with pointed helmets and axes instead of guns. I began jogging towards my house to warn the people there, somehow everyone that did did was alive, and the house was as if nothing ever happened, other then me deciding to leave and “scout the enemy” before they came. (I’ll finish it off here because everything becomes even more weirder and abstract, I’ve done my best to write this down.)