Premeditated Gasoline Explosion

[There was dream before this scene.]

Top Down and Side Perspective (alternates like a movie)
Prior to this concluding scene, there was a lot of snapshot scenes and scenes that would be long and hard to describe.  Basically, all of that lead up to the mass action of this final scene.

Jordan, my fiancee, lead this action.  He was caught up in this weird deal and chasing something from his past that was almost in his imagination (like I said, it would have been hard to describe - pretty sure it was the personification of greed and/or selfishness).  As he ran outside from the building he was in, chasing someone/something with a gun I believe, something suddenly clicked.  He realized what a terrible life he had been living, and how he could have made better choices that would have made life happier for the people he loved the most.

This idea quickly filtered through the collective consciousness of all who were standing around.  There were gas pumps right outside (exactly like a gas station, although the building hadn't been a pay center or convenient store), so he began pouring gasoline on the ground, letting it trickle towards the entrance of a tunnel off to the righthand side.

People were very scared, but also knew that it had to be done.  They were going to let themselves be blown up this way to balance out what they had caused to their loved ones throughout their lives.

One man (who was alternatively Jack Black and Kenan Thompson) killed his precious little dog by either not paying enough attention and letting it jump out the window on the highway, as the dog was anxious since he never took it on walks.  Before he died, he imagined his life differently: as he made sure to roll up the windows, he apologized for that and for not being able to find a good place to walk him.  Yet at that moment, he suddenly found a beautiful green park, and got excited as he told the dog about it and what they now got to do.

Other people had the same type of stories, only they had neglected the ones they loved, been too greedy or too involved in their own affairs.  An air of reprieve and anxious energy began to settle down as the people took their place next to the pumps.  Jordan was practically preaching, giving a passionate speech about life and what was fixing to happen.

I was running.  I first ran up on a small hill not too far from the pumps, watching the scene.  I knew the explosion would still get me there, but I was unsure.  Then, in a moment of terror, I ran into the tunnel and kept running until I came out of it on the other side (can't remember what was there).  I listened for a moment, figuring that it would have happened while I was running.  But when I noticed that it hadn't, I began to run back.

I came back to the mouth of the tunnel, facing the scene, and decided to stay there.  If the explosion got to me, it got to me, I would go up with everyone else.  Jordan jammed what looked like a stubbier AK-47 of some sort into a gas pump (I know they don't actually work this way, it's a dream, c'mon), and clicked it.  A few moments later, all I can see is my shocked, breathtaken face as the pumps erupts and flames shoot out to only a few feet from where I'm standing.

[I must have been waking up (probably because of the "trauma") because the dreams starts to become more thought-like and less visionary.]

I know somehow that only Valerie and I survived.  I don't know if I have an actual conversation with her, or if I just "know," but she was also standing at a tunnel that was apparently opposite mine.  I think that this is apparently the way to survive huge gasoline explosions.

There's also this weird thought-scene where I am someone watching this "movie" and I am crying, feeling the sadness and impact of the scene, not knowing why in the hell I wanted to watch something so terrible.  I (as this person) am on my way to rate it on something like Netflix, I think.

The scenes are hazy and barely there.  It changes to me in a living room, wallering on a couch, contemplating Jordan's life and how ours together ended far too quickly.  I think about how I had made jokes about never getting to do this or that again, but realize that I don't want to find a new love interest and don't even know how to go about it appropriately.  The heartbreak is pure and real, and I can't comprehend how his life with me has been cut so short.  There are so many tears and so much sadness that it's one of those times that it carries over to when I wake up, which always creates a weird dichotomy in dissociating the two realities.