Getting shot to death (overkill, lol)

Never cared much for having others interpret my dreams before; honestly I don't think all dreams necessarily have any kind of meaning to them. I do think this was a pretty interesting dream though, and I'd like to hear some outside opinions on what you all might imagine it meaning, if anything. I'm going to copy and paste from a different website:

To give a bit of background, the dream took place in a town where I currently live and have spent most of my life, but moved away from for 3 years. It wasn't a long dream, but most of it was spent on the block I used to live in when I first lived here, back when I was 5-8 years old (I'm 25 now for reference).

I feel there was a lot more before it got to where I actually remember, but I was driving and parked across the street from my old house. Without warning, a stranger (I could see his face clearly in the dream but can't remember it now) got in the back seat. For some reason neither of us spoke and I took off as if I were a taxi driver or something, knowing this guy wasn't anybody I knew and that he shouldn't be in the car. Despite the dream being so vivid though, my faculties weren't all there, and knowing these things didn't make me question my actions.

After I made it about a block and a half, for some reason I pulled over. I can't remember if it was of my own volition, or if he had actually said anything to get me to pull over. Once he had gotten out, he stood outside my open window and no sooner pulled out and pointed a gun at me than started to shoot. My torso had been facing him, and he put about 5-7 shots in my chest, 2 in my shoulder, and then at least 2 in my head, but after the second head shot I woke up, presumably from having died.

Now, I don't normally feel pain in dreams, but after getting shot in the chest so much I did feel as though I were having a heart attack, or like something was seriously wrong with my heart and ability to respire/breathe (as if something were completely blocking up or filling up my lungs, but only felt it around my heart). The experience was so unexpected that it was rather exciting, it was certainly a very interesting dream. I remember the entire dream was vivid, but most of my memory surrounds being shot for obvious reasons. For some reason I wasn't scared at all, not of somebody having a gun, not of him shooting at me, nor of dying as I was being shot. For some reason I just... observed and "enjoyed" the experience for a lack of a better way of putting it. I guess you could say it just happened, and I didn't fight it, but just let it happen (not like I could do anything with how quickly I was shot so many times anyway, but I'm referring to having my mind go into a state like that of being "in the zone" when playing a sport or a high adrenaline experience, where you just "are" and "do", but don't really think... your mind is completely quiet and doesn't interfere with observing or reactions). I definitely enjoyed the dream once I woke up, I like unique dreams. It's definitely boring compared to most dreams I have (a majority of my dreams are highly vivid and extremely bizarre), but dying is never a boring experience, you know?