"Why do we have to fight?" you answer. "We already know we like the same guns; why don't we go get some milkshakes and talk for a while?"
"Yeah," he says, "that sounds really nice. What's your favorite flavor of milkshake?" he asks.
"Strawberry," you both say in unison, laughing.
You help him up through some herculean effort from both of you and head out for milkshakes. You talk as you go, relating life stories and anecdotes. It turns out you have a lot more in common than just guns and shake flavors. Surprisingly, you and your would-be murderer come to be great friends. What a twist, that two people meeting under such strained circumstances could become close friends. When you wake, you don't feel stressed from having been attacked, but relieved from having made a friend, even if only for the span of a single dream. While the dream was fleeting, your friendship was real, and your life is enriched by having experienced it.