I went insane

Date: 3/31/2018

So just a warning, this could potentially be disturbing to some people. Anyways, I wasn’t myself in this dream, I was some creepy, thin man I’ve never seen before. I lived in a town that was not my own although my house was the same, I was in school. A girl had died at the school I went to, I can’t remember her name but I know it wasn’t anybody I know in real life. In the dream I was friends with her along with this other guy. Nobody knew how she died and her family didn’t disclose any information about it. A couple weeks later a new girl comes to the school so me and my other friend welcome her and we all become a close group. All three of us went to savers to go thrift shopping but we find that all of the dead girls belongings are being sold there. Something about it didn’t seem right to us. Why would her family get rid of everything that was hers? Wouldn’t they want something to remember her by? My two friends and I were weirded out. Something weird was going on and we wanted to figure out what. I decided that I would hide in the store overnight to investigate. My friends left without me. I hid in a storage box under a rack of clothing, the workers were walking around and talking. A woman in the store asked to buy a pillow pet (one that I own in real life). The workers took the pillow from her and said “yes, but we will have to remove your spine first.” The woman seemed confused yet oddly accepting of this. I watched as they took her aside and cut a chunk of her spine out of her body. She was screaming, I was crying. The woman was killed by the workers. Shortly after the workers all left and I got out of the box I was hiding in and walked upstairs. I sat under a window and thought. I was convinced that the workers had killed the girl at school. They killed that woman, of course they killed my friend too. I started hearing things. There was a tapping coming from down the hall. Somebody was knocking on the window. I heard people whispering. Their voices were coming from outside. I got up and looked out the window. There were two people watching me from their cars in the parking lot. They called the police. I started panicking and I could barely breathe. I scrambled away from the window but I could already hear sirens. I ran into a room, it was my dads room. Suddenly the store morphed into my own house. But I was still terrified. I searched through every drawer in my fathers room. I was looking for a gun. I was going to kill myself with it. If I was dead the police couldn’t get me. After minutes of searching I found it. The sirens were getting louder and I kept hearing voices next to me, the knocking on the window sounded like gunshots. Everything was so loud. The gun wasn’t loaded. I was crying. I quickly loaded the gun and walked out of my fathers room. I was standing at the top of my staircase. I could hear police screaming from outside, I fell onto the floor. I held the gun to my head, I was shaking. Everything went silent for a moment. “Why am I doing this?” I thought. Why are the police after me? Now I felt calm. “The police aren’t after you” I told myself. “You didn’t do anything, this is all a dream” I said it out loud. That’s when I realized I wasn’t awake. Everything around me flashed white and I woke up. I don’t know what this means. I was so close to shooting myself, someone please help me figure this out