Dreams

I just had the most psycho dream ever!! I dreamed that I and my family lived in a wooden shack with my parents, brothers, and sisters, and even some of my extended family. Suddenly, Sal and I were outside arguing. He pulled my dad's .357 pistol on me. When he momentarily looked away at something, I grabbed the gun and pointed it at him threateningly. He had jumped back when I did that, so now I tried to get closer in case he tried to run. He shook his head at me and told me, "Oh, no you don't! I've got the gun!" and he pulled out another pistol and pointed it directly at me. I said, "Well, I've got a bigger gun!" and brandished the .357 at him. Then his expression hardened, and I saw him start to squeeze the trigger. I couldn't make myself believe that he would really shoot me, much less make myself try to run away. Then it happened. The gun fired, and I felt the bullet sink into my heart. I couldn't breathe, but somehow managed to stay on my feet. I was amazed that I still had the strength to stand, and wondered how long it would last. Sal looked at me with an expression of mixed fear, anguish, and glee. Then I pulled the trigger of the .357, firing a shot that dropped him to the ground where he stood. I stumbled away, trying desperately to catch my breath. I went upstairs to the bathroom and saw my clothes and left arm soaked in blood. As I was attempting to clean myself up, I sent someone to check on Sal, to see if he was really dead. They came back reporting that he was not there anymore; he must have gotten up and hidden himself somewhere. I finally found the source of the bleeding, and found that the bullet had only grazed me deeply, but had not lodged in anywhere. As I was putting a bandage on the wounds, I saw Sal in the mirror. He had the gun in his hand and was aiming it at me. The remainder of my dream was spent with Sal hunting me. It grew ever darker, until finally, the dream ended with me in the corner of a very dark room, unable to see anything but Sal's face, as he finally broke through the barricade in the room and pointed the gun at me.
As soon as I woke up, I sent him a text message that read: Will you promise that you'll always love me no matter what, and that you'll never try to shoot me?
He sent back a bewildered: yes?
Maybe I should lay off the chocolate milk before bed....