A few months ago, I had a dream with the theme of revenge. From what I remember, I was armed with a gun and I had a girlfriend. (I've still yet to have a girlfriend in life.) My former friend was in a room with me and my girlfriend. I aimed the gun at my former friend and I pulled the trigger. Instead of the bullet piercing my former friend, it hits my girlfriend. She falls and I hold her up. She tells me, tearfully: "Why do you hate so much?" She then died.