Before I start this off, I just want to say that I remember this dream in somewhat explicit detail due to the fact that it felt so realistic.
My dream started off with me at the bottom of a hill, the bottom of the hill that my house sat on to be exact. I was with a few unrecognizable people. An old baby blue Ford Bronco pulled up next to us. I proceeded to walk up to the back driver's side window and look through it. I looked at the top of the hill and saw my house, in my house, I noticed a room that is non-existant in real life. In real life, it's my attic. There was a window in this room, I saw a head through the window and I recognized that it was my crush. The next thing I know, I pulled the trigger. I heard fearful commotion and ran to the top of my drive-way and hid under a fairly new black Chevrolet Tahoe next to a basketball goal. (I'll add that my family owns neither a Black Chevrolet Tahoe nor a Baby Blue Ford Bronco). My dream went black, my dream resumed with me in my house. It was very clean and the only person in it was my father. I went up-stairs to the non-existant room and saw 3 dead bodies, an unfamiliar african-american male on the couch, another unfamiliar person on the floor, and on the other side of the room on a different couch, lay her current boyfirend dead. The thing was in my dream, I only have recollection of killing my crush, not any of them. That's where my dream ends. Can anybody tell me what this means?