War in Louisiana

This is a recurring dream I had as a young girl. (late 1980s)

War is all around the community in which I reside with my family and friends. Daddy has the Southwind RV parked in the front driveway. I hear noises just outside my bedroom window and take a peek. There are all these men in camouflage with long black guns skulking about. I run and hide in one of the many compartments in the RV, behind some camping tools. When the noise subsides, I cautiously sneak out. I go to check on my brother and Mom and Dad. They have all been shot in their beds. Very quietly, I run next door. They too have been shot. The same is for all the neighbors on my street. I then go to the next street over, where one of my dearest friends lives with her family. In the front yard to their house five graves have been dug. I run and hide behind a tree and watch the men in camouflage carry my friend and her family out and unceremoniously dump them into the gaping black holes in the ground. I start sobbing uncontrollably. The men hear me and start to walk towards me.  This is where I would always wake up.