Passed down generations

there's five or six of us(women and men), red brick maybe, London style buildings, roofs close together. We battle a man, the devil, dark wavy hair, strong and handsome. We battle on rooftops in a time before now, many times I think....I have a still moment amidst the rooftops, I am standing still, I look down as if zooming in, through a window, into the room. I the mother knelt down clinging to my daughter, dressed in old fashion pj's bonnet and all white in color. Through eyes still standing on the rooftop , the image of mother and daughter becomes a mirror image of every mother and daughter, hundreds thousands of mothers and daughters, mirrored into that moment...

Note; a dream I had before I was 12, had this dream over and over. Very much like watching a movie, and dremt it in color except the mirror image it became black and white.