Watch What you Watch

I'm not sure if it was watching Lawrence of Arabia right before bed or eating most of an aero bar while watching Lawrence of Arabia right before bed, but last night I dreamt that I was captured by my enemy.
She was dressed like a desert nomad, and shot me twice between the eyes at close range.
I felt the shots as I remember them being described in a Hemingway story: as white lights flashing behind my eyes, and a feeling of all my senses being overwhelmed.
After she'd shot me twice and I didn't die, I begged for my life.
"It's a miracle that I didn't die," I said.
"...just please let me live whatever kind of life I'm going to have."
She was about to shoot me again when I woke up.