Creepy

My dream was rather noir-ish last night, and violent---perhaps all this talk of bin laden's death is getting to me.
I am sitting on outside staircase with a group of faceless female friends. My husband arrives and he is a detective. He is looking for a perp. He moves from person to person asking questions about his perp. When he gets to me he kisses me lightly on the mouth, but otherwise remains professional.
The scene changes and I am in a laundromat -- with the perp(s) in the background. I am with two men and I think one is my husband. We are trying to exchange coins in a machine for dollar bills. I get the feeling that the money is stolen and I am confused. There is a lot of money, but we can't get most of it through the machine.
Suddenly the perp comes up behind me and grabs me. He has a gun, but I have my hand on it as well. My husband and his partner are frozen. The perp has a female accomplice and she comes up and drags a long silver wire across my left eye. The perp pulls my face close to him and licks my cheek. My stomach turns. He can feel my hand on the gun and he tells me to turn the return towards him so that the gun will be facing me, ready to fire.
I make a snap decision and wrestle the gun and shoot the woman in the face; I then turn the gun on the main perp and shoot him. When he falls to the ground I am so sickened by him that I shoot him again, this time in the groin.
When I turn to face the rest of the room I am alone.