Death in Dreams

A couple days ago I had a dream about dying, Not that I've never had one before but for whatever reason, be it certain occurrences taking place in my life right now, it has caused me to pause and reflect. A quick Google search of "Death while Dreaming" brought up a myriad of interesting interpretations, lending me to believe that the interpretations of others are no different than mine, a confused mess. Do I focus on symbolic meaning or concrete experiences lately that may have led to the dream? Do I discard it as the product of watching too many war movies or enveloping myself in conspiracy theories involving agents of the law doing horrible things? Well, let's see what you think, here goes:

The fact that details remain so vivid even a couple days later makes it even more interesting... I work at a car dealership, not the best job, but at times I do like it. Anyway, I was standing there, watching as three FBI agents, clad in black suits, ties, sunglasses -just like the movies- exited three vehicles, black Chevy Impala's, once again, just like the movies. I noticed the peculiarity of their parking job, forming a half-rectangle with their vehicles, similar to the manner in which police stack their cars in the Grand Theft Auto video games. The agents approached the front door of the dealership, spread out quickly, fanning out through the maze of cars on the showroom floor. Initially, my feeling was that they were there to help; after all, I had done nothing wrong, I was just observing what was about to take place. Next thing I know, one of the agents was hurling a handgun, contained inside a plastic bag, towards my feet. In a flash, his gun was drawn, pointed directly at my chest. Without hesitation, he fired. The shot exploded in my heart. It was over, I was done. I imagined immense pain, obviously I've never been shot in the heart before, but maybe that's what it feels like. Just as quickly though, I awoke with a jolt. No, I had not been shot, I was not dead, it was just a dream. Thank God.

Back to reality. The following day, I took off work to apply for a state job, something I've been putting off for a good couple years. The process went well, we'll see what comes of it. I returned to work today, more focused, intent on performing my job to the best of my abilities. Things that have been difficult for me recently, all of a sudden, today became easy. I feel refreshed, a load being removed from my shoulders.

Any ideas? Speak to me.