i'm having the weirdest dreams ever

the world was ending. i don't know why, if it was a nuclear holocaust, an asteroid colliding with the earth (where is bruce willis when we need him?), a biohazard outbreak, or simply the wrath of god unleashed upon mankind. whatever. all i remember is, everything was burning, ashes falling everywhere. skyscrappers were broken, just like in one of those apocalyptic movies, you know. anyway. i was inside one of them when he came up. i was preparing to leave, to flee the incoming destruction. and he came. i didn't recognize him, but his intention was clear: he wanted to stop me, to keep me from leaving, from saving myself. he had a gun in his hand, a sort of air gun that shot small metal spikes. and the bastard fired at me, had one of those bloody spikes piercing my leg. it was a dream, all right, but i do remember the image of the metal nail in my flesh. anyway. he came over, and only then i recognized him. of course. he was here for here. to avenge her, like some knight-on-shiny-armour. how sweet. i asked him why, he said he was there to make me pay for everything i did to her. christ. he didn't even know half the story. he went on, babbling about how much i made her suffer, and how sad she was because of me. and that i should pay. god, my leg hurt. i was down in the dusty ground, near the bed. i could see wildfires consuming the city outside, and a blood-red dawn in a sky where the sun would shine no more. had to do something, and under the bed i found my key to freedom: a gun. a real gun. so i kept chewing the fat with the bastard, and he went on telling me he was there to make me pay. as if i had any debt to him or to her, or as if he was really willing to die for that bitch. eventually i got the gun and he didn't notice it - the bad guys always talk too much, after all. and i told him to fuck off as i shot him right in the chest. and i kept pulling the trigger until all his life was drained out of him and the floor was blood-red like the dawn outside. avenged at last, i thought. can't remember whether i could leave the room and flee to safety - if there was any safety on that dream. but, god, to snuff him out felt so wrongly right.