Frightful dreams?

Perhaps to you the reader, so beware.
Among the many dreams I experienced yesterday morning, the one that stands out in my mind, was the one where escape was going to be had by any means necessary. I don't remember the specifics of the dream, other than plants or plant like plagues were chasing or attacking/swarming 'us'. I don't remember who us was, I don't remember what was 'enemy' in any detail, only that there was an enemy. Any running around that was done, was very much like a zombie flick atmosphere, except for the fear. Getting away was our only thought, however it was done, but no fear, no real cause for concern, only our task needed to be fulfilled, i.e. escape. Now, I say beware at the very beginning because I remember telling a companion to "shoot me in the head" if no other escape is optional. But like I said, no fear, none. I don't remember being startled or dreading the need for that particular escape route. Only know that the way the enemy got a hold of you seemed more frightening or painful that being shot in the head. Now, if the "shoot me" part wasn't bad enough, the being ready for it. I was shot. By a companion. And the reason for this whole entry is because of the sensation of the bullet. Yes, I remember feeling a minor pinch, like when you pop a pimple too early, but minor pain and then nothing. The dream turned to another very active dream, I don't remember what, but active.
So I blog because I find the pain before the 'nothing' (and eventually the change of dreams) so very fascinating.
I admit, I'm fascinated (in general) about death. No I'm not suicidal, simply fascinated is all.