WTF Subconsious Mind?

I had a rather intriguing dream last night, and it's too long to write in a Facebook post, so I'll write it here:

In the dream, I was in high school (it wasn't my high school from real life, though). And I met someone and fell in love. All I remember is that he was blonde (which is odd as I generally don't fancy blondes :P) So high school goes on, and I was happy with Mr. Blonde Guy. But one day, some evil dictator took over the city. Or the world. I didn't know or care as I was in high school, so my world was pretty small. Either way, evil dictator takes over. And not only does he take over, but he brainwashes everyone. We're all pretty much zombies. So I forget everyone; the guy I loved, my sisters, everyone. I only existed to be a mindless worker. It was all very Nineteen Eighty-Four. :P

I don't know how long this mindless working lasted, whether it was months or years. I was walking home one day and I passed by the boy I had fallen in love before the dictator had taken over. And when our eyes met, I got a tiny little shock, a slip of memory that broke through the brainwashing. Enough to make me stop and stare. And the same happened to him. And we stood there on the sidewalk just staring at each other, trying desperately figure out what was happening. Finally, the memory and emotion broke through the brainwashing and we remembered each other and our love and rushed into each other's arms.

We sat in the grass just being happy in each other's company. Talking and hugging and holding hands. We were just thrilled to be together again. Suddenly, I had a premonition, I saw him speak to me, then run across the street, and when he was almost on the other side, he was HIT BY A TRUCK!!! Then the vision was over, and were were sitting together in the grass once more.

Just then, he said that he wanted to go get something at his house which was right across the street. He stood up and turn towards the street. Panicking, I grabbed his hand and begged him not to go. He looked at me like I was a little crazy at first. I pleaded again, and he must have seen the sincerity in my expression, because he just smiled and shrugged and sat back down. And I saw the truck speed by.

The "story" kind of ended there, and the dream shifted to 3rd person perspective. I have a feeling that they went on to undo the brainwashing thing in others, though. I do remember the "Epilogue" of my dream, where photos of me and him were shown and a narrator explained that after all was done, I hadn't changed over the years, aside from getting a few wrinkles (Ha ha ha, what?), and he went on to be a football star or something like that.

I'm still puzzling over this one, LOL!