Very strange dream i had last night.

All i remember is that I specifically asked someone, whom i believe i knew, to kill me. He sliced my jugular vein and i fell to the ground. My vision was blurred but i felt no pain, no anxiety, no fear, no discomfort. I was almost neutral or perhaps even slightly content as i waited patiently for my own death. Thing is, it never came. I laid there waiting for my soul to leave but I stayed there. In fact, I got back up and realized that there was only one drop of blood on my neck, no wound, no scar, nothing. Then i stood there alone in the room,confused as to how this could have happened and why.

I dont know what to make of this.