Dreams on the ground

In my old house there was a large window that you could see the driveway through. In the driveway I had three cars. Every time I have this dream it is night time. There is a group of hooded people in dark robes and I can't see their faces. At first they don't notice me but if I make an effort to attack them, they come toward me and shoot with guns. I was standing in my living room and they were shooting at me through the window. I got on the ground and they continued to shoot and I felt heat in my head. Soon they stopped, but every time they noticed me they would start shooting me again. My dad was also in the dream but they weren't trying to attack him like they attacked me. Throughout the entire dream, I could not see the faces on the hooded figures.

Taking a video of a plane taking off, plane crashes, run to help the passenger, help a few but then I notice guys on the ground and start freaking out

I was on the ground getting bit by horses. I was putting my hands up trying to stop them.

Standing in a nice white country house and looking through the window to see loads of people in and outside the house, suddenly I hear multiple gun shots and I am tackled to the ground to hide by the window sill. We run through the house as I see people running through the fields on the grounds of the country house/ I run outside onto the decking to hear more shots being fired and people running away. I run towards where people are running from and see someone I know running past me away from the scene. I then stop to help my maths teacher as she has a wound on her leg. I place my hands on a black hole filled with a thick red liquid than when pressed on pours like paint.

In this dream, it started with Grace, Gina, Sierra and I wearing these red helmets that had clear face shields that came down over our faces and we were wearing black suits. I think to protect us from the wind. We were up high in the air on the wing of a plane over Boston. We jumped off the wing of the plane and we were skydiving but we weren’t falling, we were just hovering next to the plane and we would fly over what looked like the streets of Boston and then we would go back and sit on the wing and then go again and again and again. The wing of the plane was like a break spot from flying. Then we were doing stuff like putting our feet up to the sky and our head to the ground. Throughout the dream it felt like I was falling in my sleep except when we were sitting on the wing of the plane. Then all of the sudden we were on the ground and we ran to a college tour that we were going to be late for if we didn’t run. The street we were running on wasn’t pavement either, it was really nice black tile.