insomnia

I went to bed last night at around three. In My Dream: I was walking through what seemed to be a familiar house, but it had no furniture or decorations or paint on the walls. It was familiar because I seemed to know where I was going. I walked into a large room with a massive area rug on the floor. I stood there for a moment lost in the pattern on the rug, until finally I rolled back the rug revealing a large trap door. I quietly opened the trap door revealing a large set of stairs leading to a dark looking basement. I walked softly down three or four stairs until a figure appeared at the bottom of the stairs. The figure was me. I took a gun out of my pocket and threw it down to me. The me at the bottom of the stairs picked it up and pointed it right at the me that was near the top of the stairs. I screamed down the stairs, "just shoot me already!" Then the me at the bottom of the stairs squeezed the trigger and whoever says you can not feel pain in dreams is a lair. I collapsed and rolled all the way to the bottom of the stairs. I was not dead just in an extreme amount of pain. The other me dropped the gun and ran up the stairs slamming the trap door shut, and for what seemed like an eternity I laid on the floor thinking only of my pain. I woke up hyperventilating at around six, and I just sat on the floor until I could breather and eventually I fell asleep again. It was the single worse dream I have ever had.