Sheddler

My first dream started in a field of snow, and a Mexican kid was throwing snowballs, however, the snowballs would kill on impact and I had to dodge them. The kid had a great arm, but snowballs are easy to dodge, so I made my way across the field to the kid, and he suggested to go inside. His father looked to be a stereotypical Mexican gang-banger. I was slightly intimidated, but I knew I could take him. I instantly regretted my thinking he was a gangster, because he offered me coffee and to play a game with his child. When the game was all said and done, my memory starts to get hazy. He says something about coffee, and we were in his basement. He wanted me to find AIDS to put in someone's coffee. The man was obviously totally insane. I acted like I got some, and went to leave- but he knew. My memory becomes hazy again, and I've fallen down a shaft of some sort. There's a slot in the front, and I crawled, out, and I cannot remember my surroundings whilst outside of the box. All of a sudden- Captain America fell down the shaft? For some reason, I had experience of being a hero, and sympathized with his failure. I then got back up the shaft and into... The world of Futurama? I was fry, everyone greeted me then started conversing, and then-

The dream changed. I was in a car, following somebody, but they sped up, and we crashed.. It was GTA IV style... When we wrecked the car, me, my father, and my brother got out of the car. There was a gang shootout and I took my knife out. I ran up and stabbed a man with a shotgun in the heart, then slit his throat, I then jumped over the falling body of the first and sliced the other one up. There was a man shooting at me, and I sidestepped to... DODGE HIS BULLETS? I grabbed his gun in one hand, held his shoulder in the other, then pumped him full of rounds with his gun. I reloaded (Where the hell did I get that magazine?!) and continued to knife the others. We got up to a room that we took cover in. The mob bosses were firing upon us, so I went out and sliced three times into a man's stomach, then stabbed his forehead quickly and returned to cover. A man came into the room with a butterfly knife, I laughed, slit his wrists, he dropped the knife, and then I killed him. A kid came in charging at me, but my father grabbed his armed hand, twisted it, and threw him against the wall. He said "You're safe now." The kid scoffed at this remark, and I could tell he had not given up. His eyes were darting, and he sliced my father. I thought my father could handle the shrimp, so I didn't stop him. My father punched him in the face right after his neck was slit- (In a "that's GOT to hurt" fashion) and I said "OH, HELL NO. " raised my gun, and shot the kid in the face. I woke up before I saw the damage done to my father.