I wasn't last night, but I had this dream that was very weird and way too realistic to forget. I somehow found myself running around this maze of stone walls. It was brightly lit but all I could hear was footsteps and gun fire. I ended up hitting a dead end in this really large room. It wasn't quite as lit as the others and there was furniture. A portrait of some guy I didn't recognize and a plain circular table, no chairs. Realizing I was trapped I came up with this 'brilliant' idea that if I was very still the person chasing me wouldn't see me. I got down on the floor which was very cold and white and curled into a ball behind the table with my head facing the entry. I shut my eyes very tight and heard the gun fire stop and footsteps getting louder. When they stopped, I opened my eyes. Standing in the opening to the room was a suntan, muscular guy in a sleeveless shirt, I don't remember the color) with cropped blond hair and sunglasses. He had a huge semi-automatic in his hand and his head was angled towards me. I never saw him move the rifle nor pull a pistol but a moment later my chest basically exploded in pain as a bullet when through it. That pain of being shot, that's what woke me up, but it was so real and hurt so bad that when I woke up, I was touching my chest to feel for blood. And that moment, the impact of the bullet to my chest, it stays with me that when I hear on the news or watch a movie where someone gets shot, I immediately know exactly what that feels like. All I can think is my subconsciousness must have wandered back to my PC Wolfeinstein and Duke Nukem games when kid. I played them because both my brothers played them. So I must have been going through the castle of Wolfenstein and shot by Duke Nukem.