Attacked at Night

Me, John, and another girl are together. We are in a driveway, in a parked car, in a suburban neighborhood, at night. The girl has passed out in the back seat. John and I are in the front seat. I am vaguely aware that three people have been roaming the neighborhood, a man and two women. Mostly this man is a black man, but at other times in the dream he is white. They all seem strong - if not physically, then - like badasses, strong because they believe they are and want to be. Part of me was afraid of them, but the rational part of me told myself there is nothing to be afraid of.

Suddenly, the three people rush at the car. I can't react fast enough. They intend to kill us, on the way to something else, maybe to rob the house that we're parked at. I try to react by yelling, by honking the horn, by making noise. I am scrambling to pull my pants up. I am aware that I can't stop them. I am aware that I'm going to die.

It's as if the whole scene replays itself 3 times, and I try to escape and fight 3 times. Each time I'm overtaken by the man. I'm unaware of what the women are doing exactly, but I'm pretty sure that they're killing John and the girl. He's attacking me with a needle. I am aware that this shouldn't kill but it it's really digging deep, killing me. In the final attempt to escape/defeat them I dig my finger or thumb into the man's eye(s). It's not enough; I'm overpowered.

I wake up thinking that I hear loud knocking at my apartment door.